The Memory of Christmas

Frosty cold crystals dance down from the soft gray sky
Frosting the deep blue cake
Plump green wreaths live on street lamps and doors
Towering evergreens are hauled into houses shedding needles on the floor
I hold his hand as our children decorate and sing
Searching for the elf and wondering what Santa will bring
Years go by too fast, too soon
Our children don't look for the elf anymore
My beloved and I watch them leave and the grief is more painful than ever before
So my beloved and I listen to the carolers colorful voices ring in another Christmas
We decorate the house from head to toe
But on Christmas Eve I'm in the hospital waiting room hoping and praying he won't go
I see him barely able to breathe
Tears can't be held back
They trickle down my clammy cheek
I hold my beloved's hand my children by my side
He told me to continue to have joy and to not let it be gone
And one day my switch of happiness will be flipped on
I heard the gasping of my beloved's final bit of life
My heart has been slaughtered by a brutal murderer with they're knife
That Christmas gifts sat unwrapped and cookies left untouched
Years went by and the only Christmas in my house was a tiny, thin tree that didn't cost much
Our children went on so easily
Leaving me on an emotional rollercoaster that made me queasy
But now I decorate, bake, and sing
Do everything that made me and my beloved cheerful and bright
My happiness switched has been flipped on
My beloved was right
Now a shrine is made for my beloved every Christmas
One that glows
So that every holiday season he knows where to go
And we can reunited again as Mr. and Mrs.