As mentioned in my year end review, we lost my grandmother this past year. She was my last living grandparent. My father sent me a poem he found among her belongings after she died. I can hear her saying this in her own voice:

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
because I’m 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.
It’s so beyond description to hear the angels sing.

I know how much you miss me – I see the pain inside your heart
but it’s only for a little while that we will be apart.

I can’t tell you of the splendor or the peace here in this place.
but can you imagine Christmas with our Savior face to face?

Please let your hearts be joyful and let your spirits sing –
I’m spending Christmas in heaven and I’m walking with the King.