There’s a gap above the fire,
Where your stocking should have been.
And a break inside my heart,
That I bear, but can’t be seen.
Perhaps you are the magic,
That powers Santa’s sleigh?
May you sparkle down the chimney,
And rest here for the day.
Act as guardian angel,
Sat atop our Christmas tree.
Play a part in all the joy,
And goodwill that you see.
Later, find a quiet moment,
Tiptoe round and plant a kiss,
On the cheek of every loved one,
And feel how much you’re missed.
Then when the clock strikes midnight,
Fly peacefully back home.
Brightest star up in the sky;
Thanks to you, we’re not alone.
© Pass Me The Valium and passmethevalium.com, 2016.