Beneath the twinkle of Winter's glow
Lies a hush that only grievers know.
The carols play, the bells resound,
Yet hearts ache for he's not around.

The chair sits empty, the stocking still,
A silence that no joy can fill.
But in the quiet, a warmth appears,
Memories glowing through the tears.

The love we shared, it never fades.
It lingers through the darkened days.
Though Christmas feels a shade less bright,
His spirit whispers through the night.

So light a candle, soft and true,
For love endures, and it shines through.
In every star, in every song,
He's with us still, where he belongs.