Allowing myself a little time to grieve.

The curse of death it hold you back.
I long for you tonight,
to look into your face and feel the warmth of your embrace.
Many years we hugged this night and wished the soundest sleep,
as sleigh bells were approaching and dawns excitement steeped.

Tonight, I do not want to sleep until your eyes I meet.
Yet, better judgement I should have, the curse of death can not be beat.
I thank God for my memories of this sweet December eve,
your tender hugs of love this night forever will I keep.

Rest, oh my soul, for in the morning lies,
mercy,
as sure as the sun shall rise.

A princess and two princes can not wait for this Christmas Day,
a day of love and laughter and day we all will play.
Life is in your grandchildren, I see you in their eyes,
I wish you could embrace their joy behind your loving lens,
adventure and promises, the future hold no ends.

Rest come to me,  I miss you something fierce.

I miss you!
Merry Christmas Dad!

Oh, the curse of death upon us,
yet in it there is grace.
My love for you forever,
the warmth of your embrace.