I’ve sent the cards;
Isabel Halbertt-Edmiston
I’ve wrapped the gifts;
I’ve listened to children sing.
It was as though someone other than I
Was doing the conventional thing.
Each place I stopped had a memory that hurt;
Each gaily decked window brought pain.
Each Christmas song had lost its joy,
But people around me were laughing and gay
Celebrating the birth of that boy.
Then someone dear across the miles
Sent a message of love and care;
Telling the plans of kith and kin,
Thanking me for a little gift,
And a bit of Christmas crept in.
Isabel Halbertt-Edmiston
Thank you to Jean Fraser for sending this in