The Day Before Christmas
It is something we cannot say
When is a good time to go
The day before Christmas seems good
Or as good as any day I know
And only when we can say
It was perfect
All was perfect
Maybe not the plan
Of my own making
But perfect all the same
When is a good time to go
Before we get started
In the middle of it all
After a long life
The day before Christmas
Seems good
Or as good as any
All the same
The year is almost over
Christmas is here
The gifts have been bought
And wrapped
The eggnog might not be finished
Nor the turkey cooked
But the plans have been make
Traditions to keep
The day before Christmas seems good
Or as good as any time to go
Your time is perfect
We will missed, your laughter
And your smiles
It will be a long time
Before the tears are dry
You left on Christmas Eve
The perfect time of year
Note: My friend Johnny died on the day before Christmas. I write these words in sorrow and in celebration of my friend’s life. I am sending my best wishes to his family, he was well loved by all who knew him. ( Some of the words are Pat’s, she pointed out that it was like him to leave before the eggnog was finished, nor the turkey cooked. Leave it to Pat is see the irony of it all.)
annellannell 
what a sweet tribute to your friend. Date: Tue, 25 Dec 2012 20:41:02 +0000 To: bevoflorida@hotmail.com
My condolences to you, Annell. It is so hard to lose someone, but I somehow think losing a person at Christmas must be exceedingly hard. But maybe, just maybe, there WAS a reason…….
May your friends’ memories shine as brightly as the stars in the velvet sky at night.
Some traditions honor those they love with a candle on the anniversary of their deaths. It seems as one gets older the calendar holds more of those days…
My Johnny’s memories be for blessings. To you and your friends, my sympathy.