Your name etched in brass,

the year I became Sister:

Baby’s First Christmas!

 

Handcrafted trinkets,

Finger paint and Styrofoam –

more precious than gold.

 

It’s the little things

that I miss the most these days –

festive times with you.

 

I remember when

we decorated stockings:

our names in glitter

 

What’s it like, Brother –

Do the angels sing carols?

~Christmas in heaven~

 

I’d like to tell you

just one more time this Christmas:

“I love and miss you.”

 

Prayers are like incense?

I hope mine smell like homemade,

German choc’late cake.

 

If you were here, I

would not need a stepstool to

put the star on top!

 

Your bear hugs were like

a favorite threadbare robe:

wrapped in peace and warmth.

 

We talked about you

as we hung the ornaments,

no high place barren!

 

Sometimes I wonder

what you’d want for Christmas now:

so many gadgets!