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I
see the countless Christmas trees, around the world below, Note:
I did not write this poem, but came across it several years ago. While trying to find the author of this poem, I came across several
versions of
the poem. The following
note was included with
one of them, and is, as far as I can tell, the true story behind the poem.
With
tiny lights, like heaven’s stars, reflecting on the snow.
The
sight is so spectacular, please wipe away that tear,
For
I am 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 chorus up here.
I
have no words to tell you the joy the voices bring,
For
it’s beyond description to hear the angels sing.
I
know how much you miss me I see the
pain inside your heart,
But
I am not so far away. We really aren’t apart.
I can't tell you of the splendor or
the peace here in this
place.
Can you just imagine Christmas with
our Savior face to face
So
be happy for me, Dear Ones. You know I hold you dear,
And
be glad I’m spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
send you each a special gift, from my
heavenly home above.
I
send you each a memory of my undying love.
After
all, love is the gift, more precious than pure gold.
It
was always more important in the stories Jesus told.
Please
love, and keep each other as my Father said to do,
For
I can’t count the blessings, or love He has for each of you.
So
have a Merry Christmas and wipe away that tear;
Remember,
I’m spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
The following was written by Wanda Benke, and not by me.
The story
behind
the poem:
Lysandra Kay Bencke was my thirteen-year old handicapped
daughter. On
Christmas day 1997, Lysandra had a seizure and was in a coma for five
days
before she died. During those five days I wrote the poem "Christmas in
Heaven". I sent it out in belated Christmas cards to friends and
relatives
that year. They also sent it on to other friends and relatives, thus
how the
poem and the story behind it has been changed.
Wanda Bencke