The Bible says grief is like an adder. It slithers up and strikes when you've forgotten it's there.
I miss the puppy dog, sniffing the Christmas paper and bows, lying down to take a nap under the Christmas tree on my grandfather's quilt. It's hopeless this love that has piled up in me, with no puppy dog to share it with.
Merry Christmas Daisey. If the angels wire jingle bells to your collar, be a good sport like you were here. And enjoy the real Christmas and wait for me by the gate. And always, always,remember you were the answer to a little girl's Christmas letter to Jesus and all his Heavenly Angels.
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