Among My Christmas Souvenirs
Once again it’s come around…
That special time of year.
A time of trimming Christmas trees…
A time of missing you, my dear.
I’ve set the mini manger scene
Out on the coffee table.
The three wise men, the shepherds,
And Baby Jesus in His cradle.
It’s funny how the little things
Put a big ache in my heart.
For all the things we did together
Seem to tear me all apart.
Christmas always hits me harder
Than any other holiday.
I can’t explain the reason…
It just affects me in this way.
It was always such a happy time…
We did so much celebrating…
Church parties, plays, and caroling…
Always memory creating.
I remember our first Christmas Eve
You locked yourself away from me.
To wrap all those tiny boxes
I found beneath the twinkling tree.
Rings and bracelets… necklaces…
Diamonds! Emeralds galore!
Sweetheart, you so loved spoiling me
And you’ve spoiled me evermore.
No one could measure up to you…
You could never be replaced.
A love as deep and strong as ours
Could never be erased.
I’m reading your old Christmas cards
Collected through the years.
Somehow they always take first place
Among my Christmas souvenirs.
I love you, Ish…Merry Christmas
1 Corinthians 13:13
But now faith, hope, love, abide these three;
but the greatest of these is love
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