Christmas means the blues for many,
Instead of snow, they see the rain,
From resurrected memories,
Which years ago, brought inner pain.
Without free will, these thoughts occur,
And stimuli bring on the tears…
Like Christmas Carols’ sung with joy…
For some returns the gone by years.
Somehow, I feel the heaven’s cry
As even angels get the blues;
We see the newborn baby boy…
They see the cross and future bruise.
Rejoice amidst your earthly tears,
Allow your heart to feel His love,
A love so strong, He left His throne
And chose to come down from above.
Resolve to plant new thoughts within…
Create the joy this season brings,
Amidst the saddened memories…
Let new ones find a chance for wings.
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