My first Christmas In Heaven

I see the countless Christmas Trees around the world below,
    with tiny lights, like heaven's stars, reflecting on the snow.
The sight is so spectacular, please wipe away that tear,
   for I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear, but
    the sounds of music can't compare with the Christmas choir up here.
I have no words to tell you, the joy their voices bring,
     for it is beyond description, to hear the angels sing.
I know how much you miss me. I see the pain inside your heart,
     but I am not so far away. We really aren't apart. So be happy for me dear
              ones. You know I hold you dear,
and be glad I'm spending Christmas, with Jesus Christ this year.
     I send you each a special gift, from my heavenly home above.
I send you each a memory of, of my undying love.
     After all "Love" is the gift, more precious than pure gold.
  Please love and keep each other, as my Father said to do,
for I can't count the blessing or love he has for each of you.
     So, have a Merry Christmas and wipe away that tear.
Remember, I'm spending Christmas, with Jesus Christ this year.
 Written by a 13 year old boy who died from cancer in December, Name unknown 

Remember in prayer Alexa, Lindsay, Matthew,  Kyle, Rob  and Valerie as they celebrate their first Christmas in Heaven

Dear Santa From Heaven:
What is this a letter for me?
The Children of Heaven have summoned me.
There is Ryan the Bear and Desire and Jesse makes three. Jacob, Jason, Kyle, Teonna, Josh and Robert oh me! Steven, Lindsay, Kory, Jenni, John, Joe, Jonathan, Alexa, Matthew, Valerie, Rob Tanya and Karen writing for Aaron. Carter, Grayson, Jared, and a set of brothers, Brandon and Joseph, and there is Ryan Steven, and another Ryan with God they must have favor. Scott, Christine and Kevin along with the others. Matt, and Pat what about that? Michael, Kelley, Crystal, Shawn, Eric, and Dan what a young man.
How precious, there are Sherri's Three and Rochelle, Carlie, Casey and Ally, We must not dally.
Lets not wait. It is up with dash and out through the gate. Up Dancer, Up Prancer, where can I be? Over the clouds and stars can I see. Gates made of Pearl and streets of gold and such lights never imagined would I see Mansions made of crystal and all of your children having such fun.
There's Mary and Joseph and Gods own Son. A choir of Angels gathered to sing So many children, with faces that gleam Oh what do I hear the sound in my ear no other than Gabriel blowing his horn. And Moses telling all how Jesus was born.
Landing my sleigh, oh what do I say? The children are gathering with lots of chattering. I got your letter but I know no better, just what you want from me? The children all smiled and shouted with glee. No gifts do we need just a message to read.
Please take word of our Love and Prayers to those who grieve. Mostly our parents are the ones in need. Safely we wait in Heaven above. Sheltered by Angels and Gods great Love.
They all gave me a hug and waved me away. So here is your message this Christmas Day. Mommy and Daddy don't be sad. Gods Grace and Love has made me glad.

This poem was written in memory of the children listed above and many more who are remembered in Love.
By Frankie Milley

Christmas Memories 

Today I remembered you as I place the lights upon the tree.

A tear on my cheek and the tensile at my feet.

My heart went back to a time when it was dad, you and me.

Singing happy birthday to Jesus and celebrating just we three .

Your little face all a glow as you reached for the cupcakes that I had baked.

Shaking your presents to see if they would break.

Now it is my heart that breaks.

I see my face in the glass balls on the tree,  as visions of those,  who now walk Heaven's  halls

are precious memories to me.

Silent Night rings from  the sky as you sleep in Heaven tonight and all the angels all take flight.

Remember we love you sweet Ryan and hold you in our hearts this Christmas night.

We will join you there when God's time is right.

So for now, just a little sad, we say only good night .

Love mom and dad

By Frankie Milley

Almost Christmas 

Gone, yet not forgotten,

forever in my heart.

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