The ringing bell.

He’ll never grow out of Christmas,
The bells will always ring,
And if there are angels anywhere,
It’s them who he’ll hear sing.
They say that he’s a star now,
I wanted to show him the moon,
To hear the gleeful chatter
Of the boy who went too soon.
I don’t believe in heaven,
But if I did I’d know,
That nothing is consolation
For the current status quo.

***
Happy Christmas, Freddie. We missed you in the garden tonight. I wish I could have shown you Father Christmas flying by.

I missed you when we watched The Polar Express last night. Your brother loved it. His face lit up with the delight of it.

I missed you when we put out the stockings tonight. It’s so wrong that there are 5 not 6.

I missed you in all the tears I haven’t shed because I can’t spoil this for anyone else.

I miss that I haven’t spoken your name out loud.

I miss you.

I miss you.

I miss you.