This post is dedicated to James Michael Rusinka (my cousin, Jan's son). He passed away on November 17 after battling many years with CHF. He was only 26. There is no easy time to lose a loved one, and the first Christmas is always the hardest. This poem was written by a Mom who lost her daughter on Christmas Day. (
Story behind the poem). 
 
Christmas in Heaven
 
I see the countless Christmas trees 
around the world below
with tiny lights like heaven's stars 
reflecting on the snow.
The sight is so spectacular 
please wipe away that tear
for I am spending Christmas 
with Jesus Christ this year.
I hear the many Christmas songs 
that people hold so dear
but the sounds of music can't compare 
with the Christmas choir up here.
I have no words to tell you 
of the joy their voices bring
for it is beyond description 
to hear the angels sing.
I know how much you miss me, 
I see the pain inside your heart
for I am spending Christmas 
with Jesus Christ this year.
I can't tell you of the splendor 
or the peace here in this place
Can you just imagine Christmas 
with our Savior face to face?
I'll ask him to lift your spirit 
as I tell you of your love
so then pray for one another 
as you lift your eyes above.
Please let your hearts be joyful 
and let your spirit sing
for I am spending Christmas in heaven 
and I'm walking with the King. 
 
Wanda Bencke
Copyright 1998