Christmas is the time of year,
when family should be near,
but all the miles between us,
can not bring you here.
We sit around the fire with sherry and mince pies,
thinking of the Christmas past and wondering of the time,
that Christmas was a family time instead of distant blues,
and wondering which Christmas we will be with you.
(Written for my Dad, 1996.)
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Who would of thought your lovely Dad would no longer share Christmas with us