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A Christmas Hug


When asked what I want for Christmas
I stop and think of the usual requests –
Books, music, earrings, and other stuff
None of it seems right.

I look around our house
Expecting to see our tree alight
with ornaments collected throughout the years
instead, I see a sprig or two of garland.

Plans have been made for Christmas Day
Cinnamon rolls followed by the opening of presents
Shortly after, pack up the car
And head to Georgia.

Making it seem like it could be any other vacation
While you are off doing grown-up things.
Even before the wrapping and packing begins
Emptiness fills my heart.

While at the same time it swells with pride
A mother proud of the sacrifice of her son
You, staying behind to honor fallen soldiers
Spending Christmas without family.

I anxiously await the day
when you will come home
Even if for a short time.
For me, Christmas has been postponed.

For Christmas for me is not in the tree
Nor the presents or trips.
It is something altogether different
This year it is about the perfect gift ~
The hug of my son.

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