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An old man sits alone.

Watching the snow drift,

outside his window.

Christmas was almost here.

Yet he'll be spending it alone,

in his own silent solitude,

since his wife passed on,

to become an angel,

in the Heavens above.

Christmas arrives.

The warmth of the fire,

soothes his heartache.

Sipping hot cider.

Staring out the window,

at the descending snow.

From the corner of his eye,

he sees a light glisten,

shimmering with essence,

of peace.

The old rocking chair,

where his wife once sat,

not long ago,

was swaying to the beat,

of his heart.

No longer feeling alone,

he smiles.

Feeling the presence,

of his loving wife.

Suddenly, it stops,

the light fades away,

and he's back to being alone.

Later in the evening,

while the snow falls,

and fire crackles.

He walks outside,

to take a stroll in the fresh,

new snowfall.

A glimpse in the snow,

brings a tear to his eye.

For he was not alone at all.

A snow angel appeared.

And he finally knew,

his wife was safe,

in Heaven.

Watching over him,

this Christmas.



~*~ Jill ~*~