She's Missing, but NOT "Missing Out"

I finished the last shopping run about 4:30 this afternoon. KJ pulled the first batch of kolaches out of the oven at 5:30. I finished wrapping the last Christmas present at 6:30. (If you call what I do with paper and scotch tape, "wrapping.") We then attended the Christmas Eve Service up the street. Now we are waiting for Leah's clan to arrive. Nancy is removed from all this hustle and bustle. But as the following poem reminds us she may be missing, but she is not "missing out."

This poem was written by a 13 year old boy who died of a brain tumor that he had battled for four years. He died on December 14, 1997. He gave this to his mom before he died. His name was Ben.

My First Christmas in Heaven

I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below

With tiny lights, like Heaven's stars reflecting on the snow

The sight is so spectacular, please wipe away the tear

For I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year

I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear

But the sounds of music can't compare with the Christmas choir up here

I have no words to tell you the joy their voices bring

For it is beyond description to hear the angels sing

I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart

But I am not so far away, we really aren't apart

So be happy for me, dear ones, you know I hold you dear

And be glad I'm spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year

I sent you each a special gift from my heavenly home above

I sent you each a memory of my undying love

After all, love is a gift more precious than pure gold
It was always most important in the stories Jesus told

Please love and keep each other as my Father said to do

For I can't count the blessing or love He has for each of you

So have a Merry Christmas and wipe away that tear

Remember, I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year