Christmas with Mama
My Mama died at Christmas when I was just ten
I never thought I could enjoy Christmas again.
Our Christmas tree, we never took down;
It was Christmas in our house all year ‘round.
Each time I stared into the shimmering lights,
I knew that my Mama was keeping me alright.
Guiding my mind with pleasant dreams
And memories of us; never-ending, it seems.
And then one day, a lightning storm
And all the memories of Mama were gone.
Each year at Christmas, the houses light up
With sparkle and cheer; bright until sunup.
Then it all comes down ; and Christmas disappears
With the ringing of the brand New Year.
Each Christmas season so happy and gay.
Why does it ever have to go away.
Then I thought to myself, it shouldn’t be so.
It’s always Christmas as long as I know
That Mama is with me in my heart and my mind.
I love that it’s always Christmas time.