There’ll be one missing Christmas, one place at table---bare, one smiling face we’ll yearn for just knowing you’re not there One present left beneath the tree after all have been passed out, with pretty ribbon posed atop--- a heartfelt gift, no doubt Voices soft, diminished, we’ll sing a Christmas song, hoping next year’s easier for you haven’t been gone long The joy of your great laughter as the children gathered ‘round--- your spirit more like ‘Peter Pan’ in revelry and sound The snow outside---light falling, of which you were so fond, swift on skis and snowboard, and skating on the pond Cozy by a crackling fire we’ll surely quiet sit, recalling times your lengthy frame would stretch in front of it We’ll have to gather all our faith and be of one accord, knowing you are safe with Him---