| First Christmas
Silent night, holy night, Little angel, taken flight Forever gone and on your own, Left your mother so alone. First Christmas A Christmas stocking with your name, Memories I can't reclaim. No more presents, no surprise, Reflected in your shing eyes. Tinsel, sparkle-all seem sad, Three Christmases were all you had. Gently haunting-your sweet ghost, The happy times I miss you most. Joanetta Hendel, TCF Greater Indianapolis, IN |