There Are Ghosts Around Every Christmas Tree
I sat alone tonight looking at the Christmas Tree. Naturally, it brought up memories of the people who had sat and done this with me in the past. Some have passed away. Others drifted off. One drifted off first, then passed away.
My friend’s father died the day before yesterday. I called with my condolences while I sat alone and looked at the tree. Now, his dad will forever be a ghost around the Christmas tree.
Have no fear. Only love.
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