Christmas is the season to be jolly. A time to spend with family and friends. A time to cut down an evergreen tree and decorate it with glittery tinsel. A time to celebrate the birth of Jesus. A time to exchange gifts. A time for angelic voices to belt out Carols. A time to mail cards. And a time to savour turkey, dressing, and maybe lumpy mashed potatoes.
But for many there’s not much to be jolly about. Christmas can be such a lonely time. Parents and children are estranged, or a loved one has died. I don’t mean to put a damper on Christmas but that’s the reality. The thought of spending Christmas without loved ones by their side, rips open wounds they thought had healed, and reminds them of the pain too great to bear.
“My Friends at Christmas” is a poem I received from a dear widow friend of mine who took the time to think of me. Thanks Trudy.
Why not invite someone over for Christmas dinner or tuck this poem inside a card to brighten someone’s Christmas?
My Friends at Christmas
There are a lot of friends I have
All written in a book,
And every year at Christmas time
I go and take a look.
That is when I realize
These names are just a part
Not of the book they’re written in
But in my very heart.
Each name stands for someone
Who has crossed my path sometime,
And in that meeting they’ve become
The rhythm of the rhyme.
I really feel I am composed
Of each remembered name,
A little bit of each of you
Will e’er with me remain.
And while you may not be aware
Of any special link,
Just meeting you has shaped my life
Much more than you can think.
For once you’ve met somebody
The years cannot erase,
The memory of a pleasant word
Or of a friendly face.
So never think my Christmas cards
Are just a mere routine,
Of names upon a Christmas list
Forgotten in between.
For when I send a Christmas card
That is addressed to you,
It is because you’re on that list
Of friends I am indebted to.
For you are an example
Of friends that I have met
And you happen to be one of those
I prefer not to forget.
And whether I have known you
For many years or few,
In some way you have had a part
In shaping things I do.
And every year when Christmas comes
I realize a new,
A special gift that life can give
Is having friends like you.
So may the spirit of Christmas
That forever and ever endures,
Leave its richest blessings
In the hearts of You and Yours.