I have known Christmas Day from both sides now
As the wide-eyed child in a wonderland of toys
Then, as the giver of joy to my own girls and boys
The sharing of wonderment of God's perfect love
With family and friends; treasured gifts from above.

Then came the days when the loved ones were gone
And Christmas was different when spent all alone.
With much celebrating until the day's through,
Let's remember the "sad ones" whose Christmas is blue.
~ by Lorrie ~

This page is dedicated to all who have lost a loved one, and those who have to go through this Christmas season alone. May God send his angels to give you comfort and courage for the lonely times.
 

Christmas Past

~ Carice Williams ~

Each Christmas I remember
The ones of long ago;
I see our mantelpiece adorned
With stockings in a row.

Each Christmas finds me dreaming
Of days that used to be,
When we hid presents here and there,
For all the family.

Each Christmas I remember
The fragrance in the air,
Of roasting turkey and mince pies
And cookies everywhere.

Each Christmas finds me longing
For Christmases now past,
And I am back in childhood
As long as memories last.

Candlelit Heart

~ Mary E. Linton ~

Somewhere across the winter world tonight
You will be hearing chimes that fill the air;
Christmas extends its all-enfolding light
Across the distance...something we can share.

You will be singing, just the same as I,
These familiar songs we know so well,
And you will see these same stars in your sky
And wish upon that brightest one that fell.

I shall remember you and trim my tree,
One shining star upon the topmost bough;
I will hang wreaths of faith that all may see --
Tonight I glimpse beyond the hear and now.

And all the time that we must be apart
I keep a candle in my heart.

Christmas Isn't Easy Far Apart

~ Nicholas Gordon ~

Christmas isn't easy far apart.
Holidays are an incessant bell
Ringing through the hollows of the heart,
Invading passages I know too well.
So does Christmas trespass on my sadness,
Taking precious room I save for you.
Missing you is a reclusive madness,
Altering each harmony and hue,
Shadowing each shade I vacant view.

Keeping Christmas

There is a better thing than the observance
of Christmas Day, and that is Keeping Christmas.

Are you willing to forget
what you have done for other people
and to remember
what other people have done for you?
To ignore what the world owes you,
and to think what you owe the world?
To admit that the only good reason
for your existence is not
what you are going to get out of life,
but what you are going to give to life?
Are you willing to stoop down and consider the needs
and desire of little children?
To remember the weakness and loneliness
of people who are growing old?
To stop asking how much your friends like you?
and ask yourself whether you love them enough?
To try to understand what those who live
in the same house with you really want,
without waiting for them to tell you?
To make a grave for your ugly thoughts
and a garden for your kindly feelings,
with the gate open?
Are you willing to do these things even for a day?
Then you can keep Christmas.

Are you willing to believe that love
is the strongest thing in the world -
stronger than hate, stronger than death -
and that the blessed Life which began
in Bethlehem nineteen hundred years ago
is the image and brightness of eternal love?
Then you can keep Christmas.

~ Henry van Dyke ~

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Some of the poems I found here:
Christmas Poems For Free
Butler's Web