On the day of Christmas Eve

I have been reluctant to post this writing.  Later, I decided I would simply because I feel, you my devoted reader, will understand.  This originally was written on Christmas Eve.

Today is Christmas Eve, a day of magic, a day of happiness. As a little boy I always was anxious for night time to arrive to open the presents. The grown up in me, greeted the day joyously and anticipated the family being together, particularly since it made my Mother the happiest. Out of all the holidays in the year, my Mother loved the Christmas season. All the rooms in the farmhouse were decorated when I was a small child. Then after retirement, when my parents lived in town, the house was equally decorated. In Arizona, I knew that I needed to have the Christmas decorations up early for Momma and they needed to be more spectacular each year. On Christmas eve, Momma always came to my house and stayed through the holidays. There, I also knew I should have the house cheerful and twinkling. And for the past six years in our present house I have decorated the house inside and out. Last year was significant in the amount of decorations I put up and their locations. Momma was so happy. She could see them all from where she stayed in our big Family room.  This year, Momma will not be here. This year I am letting Christmas go by.

And then at night, on Christmas Eve, an unforgettable gift arrived:

The Christmas Gift, The Gift I Need to Remember
Today, quietly the eve of Christmas goes by,
it passes from gray at dawn to brilliant blue and white by noon.
And then this evening the night brings its chilly breath
to rustle through its darkened veil, whose stars glimmer upon my head.

On the eve of this Christmas, a voice whispered in my ear
from a luminescent cloud of red and blue drifting over my head.
To my ears came the same voice, the one locked in my heart
and now it comes to me from far above the blanket’s glow.

With heart beating, I question through a tightened throat,
“Momma, is that you?, are you all right?”
In return I’m asked why I am sad, where is my Christmas cheer?
“To soon when grief is with my heart, as it yearns for a yesteryear!

Momma tells me to look to my tomorrow and not for yesteryear,
“I’m fine,” she says, “Now you be fine, no longer should you worry.”
And then I realize no longer are there the colors of red and blue,
softly lighting the darkness of the room, the place that had just held joy.

To find the spell, to hear the voice I sit so quiet,
and I realize why, for that fleeting moment, why a visit came to me.
Where once tonight we opened presents and loved each other,

Momma came on Christmas Eve with a gift for me: Her voice, Her Love and My Tomorrow.

This isn’t a fictional poem, you may feel that it is, yet this is how it happened. I must now try to allow my gift to become more of a reality. It is a gift that is the most important that my Mother has ever given me. Her voice has eluded me now for weeks and now I remember how she spoke. I also need to move forward in life as my Mother would have. I can not stop the continual waves of memories I have, nor can I ignore the loss I feel. Momma was someone who could forge foward with an exuberant anticipation of tomorrow. I must attempt to do the same.


6 thoughts on “On the day of Christmas Eve

  1. Frank,
    I am so happy for your gift. What a wonderful one…yes, even in our grief, we can know that those we love and have lost are still with us.

    I have no doubt your mother spoke to you. You needed to hear her voice at that precise moment and she came.

    My heart is so happy for you….

    In spite of it all, your Christmas gift was the most special one yet given.


    1. Hi shadowlands, At first I was going to send this to you rather than posting because I felt you may be the only one to believe. Yes, you have know idea how wonderful it was to have her voice coming to me. Thank you for always understanding me so well.
      I shall always appreciate that quality. Your friend, Frank.


  2. Frank: What a beautiful moment! And what a wonderful message. Christmas came in a very real way to your heart. And how appropriate that the message should come on Christmas Eve-a holiday that you and your mom loved so much. We really know so little about the afterlife, and yet these things happen to bring us peace. I believe you, and I think it’s terrific! Sparkle


  3. Frank – thank you for sharing that wonderful moment with us. I believe in my heart Momma was there with you on Christmas Eve and what a wonderful present that was! Joy comes in so many different packages. I so hope for you that 2009 will take off some of the raw edges from the feelings and soften things somewhat for you. Perhaps next Christmas you will find you wish to do just a tad bit of decorating in honor of Momma. For the New Year I wish you peace my friend. Hugs.


    1. I probably will be ready by next year, but I don’t think I will do as much as I used to. Just not necessary for just me. When I was younger I didn’t put that much up and I was happy. Hope you had a good New Year….Frank


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