O, Christmas Free

I  wish that Christmas could be free:

Free to be “unshared” with a glittery tree

Free of the capitalistic piece of pie

Free of a percentage of the GNP

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I wish that Christians could be free:

Free to view Christmas with “unglittered” eyes

Free of unhappy, whiny, give me cries

Free to allow pagan traditions to die

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I wish that “unchristian” eyes could  see:

See Jesus’ Shining Light despite Satan’s lies

See the miraculous birth meant to be

See that there are two kinds of trees

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I wish, from this Season of Giving, the following three:

A world where people are healthy without need

A world where freedom is our primary creed

A world wide with hope and harmony

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And one last finality: I wish for each of you the following three:

For life dreams to be granted and magnified.

For your heart to be full and free of sighs

For love to reign without greed

A Child’s Last Christmas

Momma, I am praying hard to be cured of cancer

Yes, dearest, so am I.

Momma, do you think God will give a “yes” as His answer?

 We will know by and by.

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Momma, I want to go Home.

 The doctors are sending you home today.

Momma, you will be there? I won’t be alone?

 Wild horses could not drag me away!

Momma, I think I’m gonna die…..soon.

 I still pray that it isn’t so near 

Momma, I cant wait to see my heavenly room.

 I know you will fill it with an eternity of sports gear!

Momma, I have one last wish.

 What is it my dear?

Momma, don’t grieve for what I did not accomplish

 Every second with you has been my greatest boon…

Momma, I’m no longer sad that death is a real event

 I’m so glad, darling, but for me it is too soon…..

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Momma, I gonna live until Christmas morning to give Jesus His present.

 Living to Christmas will be mine too, my love.

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Momma, will you keep that Christmas Eve candle lit for me tonight?

 I shall keep it bright as the stars above!

Momma, will you hold my hand……real tight?

I’m holding on with all my might.

Momma, I no longer fear the long dark night.

You shall soon see God’s glory shining bright!

Momma, my mind is now free of fright.

I have prayed for God’s peace in your heart

Momma, I see a warm glow of light!

I know my love, how can I let you go? Are you ready for us to part?

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Momma, it’s Christmas morn and Jesus is almost in sight.

Youre so brave, your race is almost won

I am His present, right?

Right—my—son….

Goodnight momma, don’t be sad, I love ……..

I will kiss you one last time, again and again as my tears fall with torrential rain……

♥♥♥

Cathartic for me.  I cried the entire time I wrote this.

Every year countless children die around the Christmas holidays.  For 25 years I worked as a pediatric dialysis nurse, and during this time I treated a number of children who died on Christmas. For their families, the holidays will always be touched with an ache only the death of a child can give.  As a cancer survivor, I have felt firsthand the potential of death as I started chemotherapy at Christmas. This Christian based poem  is a series of questions from a child dying of cancer to his mom.

Why share such a sad poem?  The reality is that there are so many people sad, hurting, mourning during a time when happiness is all around them.   Please remember the people who ache during a time marketed as a joyous season.