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I miss the voice that teased me,
About my love of this season;
I miss the gentle digging,
About my decorations and my reasons.

Tears fill my eyes
Because I can't hear his laugh;
Or his whole hearted approval
Of gifts that I might craft.

He thought it such a bother,
To put up wreath and tree;
But he continued to do so,
Because it filled me with glee.

He wasn't a romantic,
Practical gifts were his thing;
But now when I use them,
My heart remembers and sings.

This Christmas will be hard,
Though it's filled with joy and cheer;
This is the first Christmas,
His laugh I will not hear.

©Sandra S. Oidtman
2009




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