Christmas felt like a play rehearsal.
The stars, my parents, were missing.
You had already gone to Broadway.
Act One, had already been performed .
Your work here was done.
Because of your love and your life
It is, for me, Christmas everyday.
Some moments, do not feel like presents.
Some moments, I feel stuffed and overfed with grief.
Some hours pass, now, when I refuse to believe you are gone.
Some moments, I feel your presence.
Those are the moments when you nestle in my heart.
The goodness of your intentions,
Your laughter and your inventions
take hold, giving me a new start.
Then, it becomes Christmas everyday.
I send you love on your Journey.
I embrace your memories.
I embrace your memories.
That makes everyday Christmas.
