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We won't have a Christmas this year, you say
For now the children have all gone away;
And the house is so lonely, so quiet and so bare
We couldn't have a Christmas that they didn't share.
We won't have a Christmas this year, you sigh,
For Christmas means things that money must buy.
Misfortunes and illness have robbed us we fear
Of the things that we'd need to make Christmas this year.
We won't have a Christmas this year you weep,
For a loved one is gone, and our grief is too deep;
It will be a long time before our hearts heal,
And the spirit of Christmas again we can feel.
But if you lose Christmas when troubles befall,
You never have really had Christmas at all.
For once you have had it, it cannot depart
When you learn that true Christmas is Christ in your heart.
*tears in my eyes... so true Linda ~ however I must say I know of people who think that way and feel that way.. my Mom spoke that way the other day and it made me feel so desperate.... how to make her understand? Guess, I write this poem for her on a card, for her to behold and to keep it close to her heart, whenever she feels that lonely again... Thanks, Linda!