How nice it would be to visit you on this Christmas eve.
How clear the Christmas star would be from your Celestial home.
So many friends I want to see, and many from long ago.
We could visit the animals from Manger square,
and many more we know.
If I am chosen - one day - to cross the bridge to you,
there will never be another Christmas that I won't share with you.

Written for Jake Childers
December 22, 2007
Gloria Jean Childers