Called up by the Lord I should be happy He suffers no more But I miss him so Nothing is the same Or will ever be In my livingroom I put up a tree while We were still hopeful It was the day after Remembrance Day I keep it lit day and night Wanting nothing more than To stay alone with my sorrow Me and my Christmas mourning This tree by my side AP: Honorable Mention 2020 Submitted on November 17, 2018 for contest CHRISTMAS MOURNING sponsored by P.S. AWTRY