ANGEL
© RYAN GUILEY
I’m outside, as the white snow just drifts,
On this Christmas day, of December 25th,
The tree has not had its lights turned on,
Ever since, you and the family has been gone.
In the neighbourhood, the houses are lit,
With people at the dinner table as they sit,
Enjoying each other company, opening gifts,
As the salt trucks go by, on their overtime shift.
Another year, where I can’t hear their laughter,
Or just knowing, who exactly they take after,
The angel just sits in the cardboard box,
No ugly sweaters or getting a pair of socks.
So, I dust the angel off, and put it on top,
Looking at the angel, I just completely stop,
Knowing that you are not here tonight,
As the tree is very bare without any lights.
Somewhere you are miles away in a town,
As our little girl, plays and puts on a crown,
Or our oldest, gives a reply that is so cute,
Or our baby, who dresses in a snow suit.
How lonely can the holidays just be?
So, I take down the Christmas tree,
Another year vanishes without you,
Every part I miss, as we are so true.
I couldn’t send a Christmas card,
As I know sometimes it gets hard,
Merry Christmas wherever you are,
Always thinking of you, even if we are far.