Gary L. Renwick, Sr.

Merry Christmas my beloved husband, Gary L. Renwick, Sr.

I watch the snowflakes fall against my window pane and wonder if you are watching snowflakes too.

I take a walk downtown to where you used to meet me.

There's joy everywhere, but all that's waiting there is just a little Christmas tree looking sorta sad and lonely, just like me.

No one seems to care, they just went away and left it standing there all alone on Christmas eve.

I hear the Christmas bells,

The happy people singing,

The songs of good cheer that only brings me tears.

I sadly close my eyes and say a little prayer you'll be waiting there for me.