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BLUE CHRISTMAS

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2011 - present

In memory of
Lucas Christopher Ross
1979 - 2001

BLUE CHRISTMAS


I'll have a Blue Christmas without you
I'll be so blue thinking about you
Decorations of red on a green Christmastree
Won't be the same dear if you're not here with me

I'll have a Blue Christmas that's certain
And when that blue heartache starts hurtin'
You'll be doin' all right with your Christmas of white
But I'll have a blue blue Christmas













2011









2011

THE MASTERPIECE

It was 1982, and our lives had changed with time. Luke's big sister Emily had just started Kindergarten a few months earlier and Luke was the inquisitive age of three years old. We had attended Emily's school Christmas program. It was so adorable with all the little kids in Kindergarten up on the stage singing cute little Christmas songs as I watched with anticipation from the audience along with my husband and little Luke. Luke's eyes were bright with excitement as he clapped and clapped and clapped when Emily's class had finished their last song. Luke tugged on my shirt sleeve and whispered in my ear..."I want to be a big boy and go to school like Emily." I just smiled at him knowing that in a few years that day would be coming and my little boy would take a step out into the world.

One day just before Christmas Emily came home from Kindergarten all excited as she reached into her book bag and pulled out a beautifully wrapped package. Luke looked at Emily and he said...."What is that Emily?" Emily said with a proud huge grin..."It is a Christmas present for Mommy." I smiled back at her with a loving smile and told her that she could place it underneath the Christmas tree. As she was walking to the living room with her shiny gift held proudly in her hands Luke said..."Who is that for Emily?" Emily told Luke that it was a special present for Mommy. Luke sadly said..."What is it Emily?" She told Luke that she couldn't tell him because it was a secret. Then, Luke said..."Where did you get it Emily?" Emily told Luke that she got it at school from Santa's secret shop. Luke looked on with those big sad eyes as Emily placed her special gift for her Mommy underneath the Christmas tree.

I watched from the kitchen as all of this was taking place and wondered why my little boy was so sad. He seemed to be is such deep thought so I asked him...."What's wrong sweetie?" He looked up at me with those big green eyes and said..."I wish I was old enough to go to school". I assured him that he would be old enough in just a few years and I thought to myself that he must feel left out. I gave him a hug and told him that I was so glad that he was still at home with me. But this just didn't seem to satisfy him. He sat quietly in deep thought and kept asking when Daddy would be home from work. He waited anxiously and when his Daddy did get home he ran to the door all excited and jumped into his Daddy's arms. Then, he whispered something in his Daddy's ear. His Dad (Robin) just shook his head in agreement with Luke and gave him a wink. Luke didn't seem sad anymore.

Luke and Robin headed outside to the work shed. A little while later Robin came back in and I asked him where Luke was. He told me that it was a surprise and not to ask questions. Well, I love surprises, so I just kept getting dinner ready. Robin went in and out the back door to the shed many times, but he always came right back in. I had no idea what those two were up to.

After about and hour, Luke stuck his little head through the back door and yelled..."Mommy don't look!" So I hid my face in my hands as Luke ran through the back door and into his bedroom. But no sooner than he ran into his room he ran back out again and came to me asking for wrapping paper and ribbon and tape. I gave him what he needed and he ran off down the hall to his room again. He was in his room for a long time, but I dared not disturb him. So Robin and I and Emily all sat at the kitchen table while Emily told us all about her day at school.

Luke finally came out of his room walking very slowly down the hall to the living room carefully carrying his little crooked package that he had wrapped all by himself. He was so proud. Then, Luke came into the kitchen and took me by the hand and led me into the living room to the Christmas tree. With his chest poked out and his chin drawn in, he proudly pointed to his crooked little gift and said... "That's for you Mommy." I gave him a hug and thanked him and told him that it would be hard for me to wait until Christmas to open it. He told me..."No peeking Mommy." I assured him that I would never peak because I just loved surprises.

Several days passed and Christmas Eve was finally here. Emily and Luke were both were very excited for their turn to give us our special presents. Emily handed me her shiny wrapped gift from Santa's secret shop. When I opened it I saw that it was a necklace and earrings. Emily said...."It's sapphires and diamonds Mommy". She insisted that I wear them right then and now.... So I did. I gave her a big hug and told her how much I loved my gift. Although the "sapphires and diamonds" still had the price tag of one dollar on them I thought that they were the most beautiful "sapphires and diamonds" in the whole wide world. .

Luke was anxiously waiting for his turn to give me a gift. He reached under the Christmas tree and pulled out his crooked little package. I looked at his happy little face with those sparkling eyes that just a few days ago were filled with sadness. Then, I asked..."Is this from you?" Luke just nodded his head yes with the biggest grin that you could ever imagine. So I carefully unwrapped the crooked little gift as Luke and Emily and Robin all watched on with excitement. There it was that long awaited gift from my little boy. I said to Luke with tears in my eyes..."Did you make this all by yourself?" Luke was grinning from ear to ear and nodded yes, then he ran up to me and hugged my neck so tight and for so long. It was a very special moment that I will never, ever forget.

Wearing 'sapphires and diamonds' while holding my treasure, I placed my gift from Luke on the shelf in the living room with all of my special things. There between the shiny figurines and sparkling vases was the grandest item on the shelf. Luke has given me many gifts during the twenty-one years of his life, but never a gift as fine as this one...... two crooked little pieces of scrap boards nailed together with two crooked little nails by two caring loving little hands that had created a masterpiece of...... LOVE.

2011 Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001

























2012









2012

A SIMPLE GIFT

We celebrated Luke's last Christmas at our little one room cabin in Northern Arizona. My husband Robin and I had driven up a few days before Christmas to prepare for our small family get-together. The snow had covered all the roads that led to the cabin and the only way in was by snowmobile.

It was Christmas Eve and it was very dark there in the wilderness when Emily (Luke's sister of 23) and Luke (age 21) made the 3 hour drive up from the desert to the mountains. Deep snow had covered the landscape of the forest and the beauty of it all was beyond description. I waited alone at the cabin while Robin (Luke's Dad) met them at the paved road on the snowmobile. I was so anxious for them to arrive that I stood there in the cold on the front porch of the cabin, thanking God for bringing my family together once again. Little did I know that it would be our very last Christmas all together. I gazed at the clear star-studded night sky. I breathed in the cool fresh pine scented air as memories flooded my mind. . I thought about our first snowy Christmas in Idaho just a few months after Luke was born and wondered how my babies could be all grown up. Smoke drifted from the chimney as it filled the air with that old familiar scent that brought back the memories of our family camping trips. I kept looking down the little snow-covered road for the headlights of the snowmobile. It seemed like an eternity before I finally saw the lights pierce through the night and knew that my family would soon be there on that porch with me. As the lights got closer I could hear the sound of the jingle bells that decorated the sleigh carrying Christmas gifts being pulled behind the snowmobile. It was a moment that I will never ever forget.

Emily and Luke charged up the steps to the front porch where I awaited their arrival bearing hugs and kisses. It seemed that those Christmas hugs would last a lifetime, and in fact those Christmas hugs from Luke had to last a lifetime because they would be his very last Christmas hugs. They walked into the little one room cabin all excited as if they were still children. A crackling Christmas fire was burning in the wood stove, with smells of good things to eat.

That Christmas Eve we feasted on all kinds of finger foods and had such a wonderful time opening our presents from each other. Luke opened several nice presents from us, but when he opened his last gift it overshadowed all the others. He tore off the paper, took the lid off the box, and pulled out a simple pair of inexpensive gray slippers. Because of his reaction anyone would have thought that those slippers were pure gold. He smiled from ear to ear and said..."Oh Man, these are great!" He immediately pulled his shoes off and put on his new slippers. Who would have ever thought that such a simple gift would have meant so much to him? We had such a wonderful Christmas that year. Soon all the Christmas fun was over and we were all back home in the desert.

That boy ABSOLUTELY loved those slippers. Such a such a simple little gift that brought so much pleasure. Luke would wear those slippers every single day. If he just needed to run to the store... he would go in his slippers. I always knew when he got out of bed in the morning because I could hear the sound of those slippers shuffling down the hallway. One day, dressed and ready to go to work at Blockbusters (his part-time supplemental income job) he gave me a hug at the front door, and said as he always did, "I love you Mom." I said "I love you too, Luke." Then he walked out the door. As I watched him walk down the sidewalk, I noticed he had his slippers on. I started laughing and said "Luke you forgot to put your shoes on." Luke said "No I didn't, I'm wearing my slippers to work." I said "Luke, you can't wear your slippers to work!!!" He said "Nobody, will even know, I will be behind the counter all day." He laughed and then he said "Well, Mom my feet hurt at work, and these slippers are so comfortable." So I told him good-bye and wished him a good day at work. He drove off and headed to work IN HIS SLIPPERS!!!

He only wore those slippers for 4 short months. Displayed at Luke's memorial service were those simple worn gray slippers. They now rest near his urn in his display case in our living room with all of his special things. I take those old slippers out from time to time just to feel the inside of them where his foot indention still remains. I even sniff them to try to inhale Luke's scent. Oh how silly the world would think I am for sniffing an old pair of slippers.

Oh how I wish for angels on Christmas Eve. I long for presents under a Christmas tree and being able to watch him open a gift just one more time. I think of mistletoe hung where I can tiptoe and kiss my sweet boy on the cheek. I want my son to come home for Christmas, if only for that one day. I need to hear that old familiar sound of Luke walking down the hall in those simple old gray slippers. I desire all of these things..... if only in my dreams.

But even if angels don't come, and there are no presents or mistletoe, and Luke doesn't come home for Christmas, and I don't dream a special dream, I know that I have received one of the greatest gifts that I can receive..... the gift of memories that are held within a simple pair of old worn gray slippers that will forever walk the innermost depths of my broken heart.

2012 Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001



















2013









2013

COUNTDOWN TO CHRISTMAS

December 1st in our house always meant the countdown to Christmas with Emily and Luke opening a little present every day until Christmas. I would head out to the dollar store right after Thanksgiving and buy 48 little items. Oh how they loved to open those little presents. Luke would be so filled with anticipation for each December morning from the time he was a little fellow. When Emily grew up and moved out on her own, the tradition continued. I would buy all her gifts and put them in a Santa Bag and take them to her apartment. Luke's gifts would be wrapped and placed in a Santa Bag under the big tree in our home. Luke's last Christmas, Christmas 2000, for some reason, I decided not to go to the dollar store, but instead I bought T-shirts, and cologne, and CD's, and things like that. On December 1st of the year 2000, my 21-year-old son got out of bed, walked into the family room with that big ol' yawn and stretch of his and said with that some old anticipation..."Hey, Mom can I open a present?" So there we set in front of the fireplace, Luke with the same sparkle in his eyes as he had as a little boy. He would always say...."Thank you Mom" and give me a big hug.... after he opened his gift. Each morning we would go through the same routine of the yawn, stretch, hey mom, excitement, sparkle, thank you, and hug.

No longer do I head out to the stores after Thanksgiving to look for 48 special little gifts. No more Santa bag to fill, no more tree, no more anticipation, no more excitement, no more sparkle in those eyes, no more big yawns, no more stretches, no more early morning December hugs, just that continual December Christmas countdown of every painful day that is only an empty reminder of what is no more. But even through the pain my mind is full of special treasured memories of Luke on every December morning before Christmas day, from age 1 month, (when Emily opened the presents for him) until age 21 when he sat in front of the fireplace, with his robe on, ripping into a present as he counted down..... the last December mornings of his life.

2013 Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001


















2014





2014
The Bright Blue Skies of Christmas




IN MEMORY OF

Luke
Lucas Christopher Ross
21
October 31, 1979 - April 3, 2001
Acute Bronchopneumonia

THE BRIGHT BLUE SKIES OF CHRISTMAS

One of the gifts we gave Luke for his very last Christmas was a dark gray bath robe. I vividly remember as he opened it he got a big smile on his face, and as he stood up and put it on over his clothes he said..."Oh man... this is warm." He absolutely loved that robe. Some of my fondest memories are of him walking across the living room in the early morning wearing that robe as he yawned and stretched just before sitting at the kitchen bar talking with me while I made him an omelet or French toast.

One day, just before our first Christmas without Luke I was cleaning around Luke's case that contained all of his special things and where his urn rested on top. His Christmas robe that he loved so much was solemnly hanging there on the hook, where it had hung since his death that April. I put my hands around that robe and clenched it tight as I brought it to my face to take in Luke's scent. But the only aroma I inhaled was the musty smell of dust. His scent had vanished just as his body had vanished 8 months earlier.

As I stood there my mind overflowed with thoughts of life and thoughts of death. I thought about how I had reach into the pockets of this abandoned robe many times hoping to find some long-lost treasure and being disappointed that nothing was ever found except the emptiness within those pockets and the emptiness within my heart. But just for old time's sake I reached in just once more and much to my surprise, there was something in one of the pockets! My heart skipped a beat with anticipation of finding a treasure that I had maybe, somehow overlooked all those other times in the past eight months. I clinched my hand around it and slowly pulled that long-awaited item from that robe pocket. My heart was thumping hard, I had a lump in my throat, I could feel tears at the edge of my eyelids waiting to spill forth, and I was on the verge of gasping for air. I slowly opened my clenched hand and there it was, something that I had not expected to find ................... a dead moth! I fell to the floor as the tears spilled over the edge of my eyelids to my face. Then a disturbing thought entered my mind......"My Luke has been gone long enough for an insect to take up residence and die in his deserted robe pocket." The scene that followed is one that is probably very familiar to any grieving parent. I cursed the moth, I cursed death, I cursed life, and I cursed the pain. As I laid there on the floor crying and screaming, my mind filled with the awful memories of that horrible day that my only son died.

After some time had passed I felt a warmth on my face. I looked up and it was the light coming through the window, shining on me. I pulled myself from the floor and walked to the window. I looked out through the frigid glass at the snow and the bright blue sky and the all beauty that surrounded me as I encountered the warmth of that Heavenly light. With tears streaming down my face I felt as if I were peering directly into Heaven. There I was, trapped alone in my new life on the side of the glass filled with pain and sorrow and lonliness. But I soon realized that just beyond the glass was another life awaiting me with freedom, and beauty, and hope, and happiness. I knew in time I would be in that wonderful place where my son was. My thoughts drifted from the horror of his death to the beauty of his Heaven. As I stood there engulfed in my reality, I heard a fluttering noise between the curtain and the window. I looked and there it was, a moth looking for its freedom, trying to get to the other side of that glass. I knew there were certain types of moths that could survive the cold of Winter, but I could not recall ever seeing one. I clutched the moth in my hands and walked out to the front porch as I felt the moth's wings flapping against my palms. I stood on the edge of the steps of the cabin and opened my gently clutched hands and released this moth to the freedom that it had earned. I watched it fly away and soon could no longer see it, just as I could no longer see Luke. But I knew, at that very moment, my son had also found freedom and beauty and another life that he too had earned..... somewhere in the bright blue skies of Christmas.

2014 Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001







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2015






2015
I'll See You Tonight In My Dreams





IN MEMORY OF
Lucas Christopher Ross "Luke"
21
October 31, 1979 - April 3, 2001
Acute Bronchopneumonia

I'LL SEE YOU TONIGHT IN MY DREAMS

It was Christmas time 2001. Robin (my husband) and I would be having our first Christmas without Luke. Luke had died in April of that year at the age of 21 from Acute Broncho Pneumonia. Two months after Luke died his sister Emily moved far away to Seattle, Washington and Robin and I moved from Phoenix to Northern Arizona to our little weekend cabin in the mountains. Christmas 2001 was our first Christmas without Luke and our first Christmas without Emily. Our pain was so overwhelming.

Emily had called us and told us there was a movie by the name of THE MAJESTIC, and she said that we should go see it because the main character in the movie had the name of Luke. The movie takes place in 1951, and a blacklisted Hollywood writer gets into a car accident, loses his memory and settles down in a small town where he is mistaken for a long-lost son, named Luke.

The movie appeared in theaters on December 21, 2001, so on Christmas Eve 2001 Robin and I drove into town to see the movie THE MAJESTIC. It was such a lonely drive from our little cabin in the mountains. The only sound we could hear was the crunching of the snow as we drove down that dark and snow-covered road to the highway. We hardly even spoke on the way, but we both cried all the way to the theater. Once we arrived in town we saw all the pretty Christmas decorations that didn't look as pretty as they did the year before. I thought about how far away Emily was and how very, very far away Luke was. It was the same time the year before that we were all together, but it seemed like such a long time ago. I remembered the last wonderful Christmas we had all had together at the cabin. It was snowing so much that year that we had to pick Emily and Luke up on the highway with the snowmobile because the forest road to the cabin was impassable with a car. We had tied jingle bells on the sleigh that we pulled behind the snowmobile carrying all the presents that they brought. That last Christmas was such a wonderful Christmas with memories that would have to last a lifetime.

We finally arrived at the theater and it seemed so unusual being there without Emily and Luke. We found our seats and the movie began. During the movie the Luke character was walking down the street of a small town after having been in an auto accident and loosing his memory. The father of the son that had died was sitting in the diner and saw this guy walking down the street. The dad jumped up and ran out to greet the man and said to him..."Luke, is it really you? I thought you were dead. It is so good to have you back son."

As newly grieving parents of a son about the same age as the Luke in the movie, and to hear those words come from the father's mouth, was absolutely heartbreaking. Robin and I held each other's hands as the words reached our ears and as hopeful tears streamed down our faces. The first thing I thought was.... "Maybe our Luke isn't really dead either."

In the movie the town gave Luke a welcome home party. Hanging outside where the gathering was held was a huge banner that read "WELCOME HOME LUKE". Our hearts broke again as each of us were secretly thinking that maybe some day we could have a party like that for our Luke if he magically came back home.

There were other things in the movie that we felt were signs from Luke. One of the characters in the movie died from pneumonia, just as our Luke had died. Also there was someone in the move named Emily. At one time in the movie someone was reading a letter from the Luke character and the entire screen filled with this closing in the letter.... "I love you. Luke." We both gasp as it took our breath away.

The entire movie was pretty amazing for us and we just knew that it was Luke's way of letting us know that we were not alone on Christmas Eve. When the movie ended we both just sat there watching all the credits roll, amazed at what we had just experienced as the rest of the people in the theater slowly left their seats. Then after a while the screen went black. By this time we were the only ones left in theater and we were both crying tears of sadness and tears of happiness because Luke had sent us so many signs.

We stood up to leave the theater and music started playing on the speakers just as it always does when a movie is over and the theater is empty. But this music stopped us in our tracks. It was a Christmas song by Elvis Presley that we had never heard before.....


It won't seem like Christmas without you, for too many miles are between, But if I get the one thing I'm wishing for, I'll see you tonight in my dreams.

Seems a long time since we've been together. It was just about this time of year. Looks like its gonna be snowy weather. How I wish that you could be here.

In the distance I hear sleigh bells ringing. The holly is so pretty this year. And the carols that somebody's singing, reminds me of our Christmas last year.

It won't seem like Christmas without you, for too many miles are between, But if I get the one thing I'm wishing for, I'll see you tonight in my dreams.


... We just could not believe what had just happened! It was amazing to us that this movie with so many signs in it from Luke could be followed by a song that was EXACTLY how we were feeling that night. Oh how we wanted to see Luke in our dreams. Oh how we wished he could be with us.

On our drive back that night the silence exploded with our excitement about what had just happened. Happy tears replaced our sad tears as we talked and laughed on the long drive home reliving all the signs we had just received and remembering our wonderful Christmas the year before. We knew without a doubt that our Luke had made sure our first Christmas without him was not as lonely as we had anticipated. As we arrived at the cabin and went to bed, there was one thing we were wishing for..... To see Luke that night in our dreams.

2015 Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001






ANOTHER LONELY DECEMBER

Another lonely December,
Waiting for Christmas to pass,
Staring out through the window,
At the cold beyond the glass.

Dreaming of the years gone by,
And things I love to remember,
Knowing this life will always bring,
Another lonely December.


2004 - Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001


IT WON'T SEEM LIKE CHRISTMAS WITHOUT YOU

It won't seem like Christmas without you,
For too many miles are between,
But if I get the one thing I'm wishing for,
I'll see you tonight in my dreams.

Seems a long time since we've been together.
It was just about this time of year.
Looks like its gonna be snowy weather.
How I wish that you could be here.

It won't seem like Christmas without you,
For too many miles are between,
But if I get the one thing I'm wishing for,
I'll see you tonight in my dreams.

In the distance I hear sleigh bells ringing.
The holly is so pretty this year.
And the carols that somebody's singing,
Reminds me of our Christmas last year.

It won't seem like Christmas without you,
For too many miles are between,
But if I get the one thing I'm wishing for.
I'll see you tonight in my dreams.
I'll see you tonight in my dreams.

~ AS PERFORMED BY: ELVIS PRESLEY
~ WORDS AND MUSIC BY: J.A. BALTHROP


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2016






2016
MY CHRISTMAS MIRACLE





IN MEMORY OF
Lucas Christopher Ross "Luke"
21
October 31, 1979 - April 3, 2001
Acute Bronchopneumonia

MY CHRISTMAS MIRACLE

It was mid Decmber 2016. I was alone at home and Robin (Luke's Dad) was away on business. It was an unusually warm December day. Only traces of snow dotted the landscape as I stood at the window thinking of Luke. My eyes filled with tears remembering all the Decembers with Luke that were now a very distant memory. In those early years when Robin was away on business he always called to see how me and the kids were doing. He could hear the kids playing in the background as we talked on the phone. Robin always hated being away from home and longed for all of us to be together again.

This year would be our 16th Christmas without Luke. How could he actually be gone that long? I silently, desperately prayed for some kind of Christmas miracle. Something that would help me shake this overwhelming sadness.

Standing there I felt a nudge on my leg. I looked down and it was Zeta, our Australian Shepherd reminding me that he was ready for breakfast. I asked the other two dogs if they were ready to eat, and of course as usual, they all began barking and howling. The little one, Jack, an 18 pound Terrier mix was literally jumping for joy as he ran to his feeding place. Spooky, our Basset Hound mix was doing his usual circle dance waiting on his food. So I fed our three dogs, much to their delight and mine.

We spent the morning doing things around the house, but I just couldn't shake the sadness that had overtaken me. So I told the dogs "Lets go for a walk". Of course they were all excited and barking and howling and singing once again. We headed out the back door towards the forest. The scent of pine trees took me back to the days when Luke was here with us. I thought about camping and cold nights by the campfire. I suddenly realized how refreshing it was to just get out of the house and breath in some cool crisp mountain air.

We walked a little while in the forest and then turned back towards our property. Oh the dogs were having a wonderful time sniffing and running and playing. They always make me smile and I consider them my very best therapy. We walked the outskirts of the property and were almost back to the forest when I decided that I would take a different way back to the house. So I called the dogs because they were already ahead of me on our usual trail. I saw Luke's car across the way (We have kept his car parked on our property all these years). As I was walking towards his car I saw something shiny on the ground. I stopped and picked it up. Much to my surprise it was a deflated mylar balloon. I thought about how someone somewhere had released this balloon and it landed, from miles away, right on our property. It was all crumbled and dirty and wet because it had been lying under the now melted snow for a while. I opened it up as I held it out in front of me to read it. It said MOM in bright pink letters and under MOM it said..... You're the best. I then held it close to my chest, although it was dirty and wet. As I held that dirty old crumbled-up balloon I looked up towards Heaven and thanked Luke. After all the balloons I have released to Heaven for Luke, he somehow figured out how to send one down from Heaven to me. So there it was, right in front of my eyes..... MY CHRISTMAS MIRACLE.

2016 Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001






I WONDER IF?

I wonder if you heard it?
Did you listen really well?
It's in every Christmas carol
And in every Christmas bell.

There is a sweet familiar voice.
It's one you'll recognize.
The one you've longed to hear again.
Just concentrate and close your eyes.

I wonder if you smelled it?
Did you inhale really deep?
It's in every Christmas fragrance
And in every Christmas tree.

There is a sweet familiar scent.
It's one you'll recognize.
The one you've longed to breathe again.
Just concentrate and close your eyes.

I wonder if you tasted it?
Did it linger on your lips?
It's in every Christmas candy
And in every Christmas sip.

There is a sweet familiar taste.
It's one you'll recognize.
The one you've longed to kiss again.
Just concentrate and close your eyes.

I wonder if you felt it?
Did it brush you close enough?
It's in every Christmas teardrop
And in every Christmas hug.

There is a sweet familiar touch.
It's one you'll recognize.
The one you've longed to hold again.
Just concentrate and close your eyes.

I wonder if you saw it?
Did you look at it tonight?
It's in every Christmas candle
And in every Christmas light.

There is a sweet familiar face.
It's one you'll recognize.
The one you've longed to see again.
Just concentrate... with opened eyes.

2007 - Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001



THE CHRISTMAS MIRACLE

Outside the snow is falling
God I wish that I was home
Cuz I can hear our son talking
behind you on the phone.
Wishing I could hold him close to me
There's no place I'd rather be
But I can't face the truth
cuz I'm not over you
And if the Lord could just make you see
the Christmas miracle
inside of you and me.

Sometimes I feel I'm falling
too far and out of reach
It's like he doesn't hear me calling
I want so bad to believe.
Praying that someday this all works out
We can be a love again somehow.
But I can't face the truth
cuz I'm not over you.
And if the Lord could just make you see
the Christmas miracle
inside of you and me.

I hope and I pray that someday you will see
that He's the only truth.
His love can heal all wounds
cuz only God can make us see
there's a miracle planned
for you and me.
A Christmas miracle
inside of you and me.

~ AS PERFORMED BY: GEORGE CANYON
~ WORDS AND MUSIC BY: GEORGE CANYON


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2017









2017


THE CHRISTMAS THREE

It's getting close to Christmas
And I'm writing this to you
All the way from up in Heaven
Looking down upon the view.

I know how much you miss me
And I know how much it hurts.
I wish you knew how wonderful
Christmas is above the earth.

In Heaven everyone is friends.
No strangers can be found.
Christmas happens every time
A loved-one is Heaven bound.

Christmas here is magical
And Yes... we even have a tree,
But there's no need for manger scenes
Because God's here in all the three.

We sing praises to the Father,
And we walk beside the Son,
And the Holy Ghost is everywhere.
He's inside of everyone.

Christmas comfort will surround you
With the Holy Ghost of Christmas Eve,
And the Son will be beside you,
And the Father will never leave.

And I won't leave you either.
I am here... but I am there.
I'll wipe away your Christmas tears
As you say your Christmas prayer.

I'm the star upon the Christmas tree,
And I'm the Christmas twinkle lights.
I'm the snow that falls around you,
I'm never really out of sight.

When a Christmas candle flickers,
And a Christmas carol is sung,
And a Christmas prayer is prayed to him,
And a Christmas bell is rung....

That's the moment you will know
That I am very very close.
I'll come to you at Christmas with
...The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

2013 - Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001


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CHRISTMAS

WHERE IS CHRISTMAS?

Where is Christmas?
Where did it go?
Where is the music?
Where is the snow?

Where is Santa?
Where is the cheer?
Where is the laughter?
Why aren't you here?

2003 - Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001












CHRISTMAS









CHRISTMAS

ANOTHER LONELY DECEMBER

Another lonely December,
Waiting for Christmas to pass,
Staring out through the window,
At the cold beyond the glass.

Dreaming of the years gone by,
And things I love to remember,
Knowing this life will always bring,
Another lonely December.

2004 - Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001













CHRISTMAS









CHRISTMAS

TAKE AWAY

Instead of Christmas gifts for me
Come take some things away.
There's so much here that I don't want
So please don't give... just take.

Take away my knowledge
Of funerals, and urns, and graves.
And take away the guilt I have
For not being with him to save.

Take away these inward screams
That resonate his death.
And take away my begging
To give him back his breath.

Take away this heartache
That leaves me living in pain.
And take away the last six years
To when this sadness came.

Take away this loneliness
That stays throughout the year.
And take away this horror
That just won't disappear.

Take away that empty space
He no longer occupies.
And take away these tears of mine
That forever fill my eyes.

Take away this silence
That reminds me that he's gone.
And take away my wondering
How things could be so wrong.

Take away my questions why
That cause never ending grief.
And take away my doubting
That has shattered my beliefs.

Take away most anything,
Especially his death...
But PLEASE don't take my memories,
They're all that I have left.

2006 - Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001




















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