Adapted from Anonymous by Connie Saindon, MA, MFCC, CTS
Around the world below,
With tiny lights, like heaven's stars,
Reflecting on the snow.
Please wipe away that tear,
For I am spending Christmas
With the angels this year.
That people hold so dear,
But the sounds of music can't compare
With the Christmas choir up here.
The joy their voices bring,
For it is beyond description
To hear the angels sing.
I see the pain inside your heart,
But I am not so far away.
We really aren't apart.
You know I hold you dear,
And be glad I'm spending Christmas
With the angels this year.
From my heavenly home above.
I send you each a memory of
My undying love.
More precious than pure gold.
It was always most important
In the best stories told.
As the angel said to do,
For I can't count the blessing
Or love they have for each of you.
And wipe away that tear.
Remember, I'm spending Christmas
With the angels this year.
About the Author:
Connie Saindon, M.A., MFT is a Licensed Marital and Family Therapist. In addition to providing services for Individuals, couples and families, Ms. Saindon is among the few specialists in the field of violent death bereavement. Founder the Survivors of Violent Death Program and volunteer faculty at the University of California Medical School Department of Psychiatry, she is author of "The Journey, Violent Death Bereavement: Adult Survivors Workbook" and contributing author of "Violent Death: Resilience and Intervention beyond the Crisis". To reach her, please see this page.
Revised 12/12/08 by Marlene M. Maheu, Ph.D.











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