Grieving At Christmas
Christmas won’t be the same this year
I’ll go check out the multi-colored lights,
But I’ll be wishing you were here
So we could enjoy all the holiday sights.
I’ll still open presents on Christmas Eve
Christmas won’t be the same this year
After four Christmases, I still grieve,
Trying to cope with your absence, dear,
How we shared Christmas Eve’s cheer
Just the two of us, sipping champagne,
Christmas won’t be the same this year
Without you in our little secret domain.
I’ll remember how with childlike glee,
You whispered “I love you” in my ear
No longer is Christmas just you and me,
Christmas won’t be the same this year.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Written November 28, 2022
Submitted to "Christmas Poem" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
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