She sat beside the glowing fire
His old guitar at her side
Silenced now for many years
Since the Christmas that he died



Holding it to her tear-stained cheek
A heavy heart from grief and pain
Wishing as she held it close
That she could hear it once again



Remembering all the Christmases
When music filled their home
Children laughing and whispering
Impatient for Santa to come



The aroma of Christmas goodies
Gave the house a spicy smell
Five stockings hung at the mantle
She remembered all too well



Alone now with her memories
Filled with bitterness to the brim
She heard the Christmas story
In a voice that belonged to him



So, listening with her heart this time
And with nary a soul in sight
Wafting from that old guitar
Came the strains of Silent Night



Kathleen McCoy Eldridge©
December 7, 2009
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