I see countless Christmas tress around the world below,
with tiny lights, like heaven's stars, reflecting, in the snow.
The sightis 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 sound of music can't compare with the
Christmas choir up here. I have no words to tell you the
joy their vocies bring, for it is beyond description, to hear
the angels sing. I know I am spending Christmas with
Jesus Christ this year. So please let your heart be
joyful, and let your spirt sing, for I am spending
Christmas in heaven, and I'm walking with the King.
In Memory of
Bea Allen
My Grandmother