Christmas Without You

It is just not the same
without you here,
taking pictures
of your grand kids
as they open gifts.
There has formed a rift
between me and the joy
I once felt at Christmas.
It is just not the same
without you here.
I don't really feel
like celebrating this year.
This was once my favorite
holiday, but now it has lost
all of its appeal.
It is just not the same
without you here.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written the First Christmas after my dad, William F. Smith, went to be with the Lord.

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