Weatherman is calling for snow on Christmas day.
But a white Christmas isn’t as lovely now that you’ve gone away.
I miss your smile, and how this holiday made you grin.
Christmas was a lot brighter with you here, now its sort of dim.
But everyday in Heaven is good, and your days are far, far brighter.
God took you Home to Heaven, my daddy, my solider, my fighter.
We never made it to the I-Hop to celebrate a college graduation,
But someday, I will rejoice with you in Heavenly celebration!
This Christmas we’ll light a candle before that empty chair,
In fact tonight I’m thanking God for you in my bedtime prayer.
I’ll see you standing with new legs there by God’s amazing River,
Don’t worry ’bout all us, daddy, our God, He will deliver.
Now I end this poem with a smile on my face.
Wearing your dimples, until I get to that Place…
Merry Christmas, Daddy!
I love you!