She sat beside the glowing fire His old guitar at her side Silenced now for many years Since the Christmas that he died Holding it to her tear-stained cheek A heavy heart from grief and pain Wishing as she held it close That she could hear it once again Remembering all the Christmases When music filled their home Children laughing and whispering Impatient for Santa to come The aroma of Christmas goodies Gave the house a spicy smell Five stockings hung at the mantle She remembered all too well Alone now with her memories Filled with bitterness to the brim She heard the Christmas story In a voice that belonged to him So, listening with her heart this time And with nary a soul in sight Wafting from that old guitar Came the strains of Silent Night Kathleen McCoy Eldridge© December 7, 2009 All Rights Reserved share



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