I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below
With tiny lights, like Heaven's stars, reflecting on the snow
The sight is so spectacular, please wipe away the tear
For I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear
But the sounds of music can't compare
with the Christmas choir up here.
I have no words to tell you, the joy their voices bring,
For it is beyond description, to hear the angels sing.
I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart
But I am not so far away, we really aren't apart.
So be happy for me, dear ones, you know I hold you dear.
And be glad I'm spending Christmas
with Jesus Christ this year.
I sent you each a special gift, from my heavenly home above.
I sent you each a memory of my undying love.
After all, love is a gift more precious than pure gold
It was always most important in the stories Jesus told.
Please love and keep each other, as my Father said to do
For I can't count the blessing or love he has for each of you
So have a Merry Christmas and wipe away that tear
Remember, I am spending Christmas
with Jesus Christ this year.
Across the internet the poem "Christmas in Heaven" also has gone by the name "My First Christmas in Heaven" and "I'm Spending Christmas With Jesus Christ This Year". Most sources attribute the authorship to Wanda Bencke. The Copyright date is somewhat in question being listed as 1992, 1997, 1998 and 1999.
The strongest story of how this poem came to be is that Wanda Bencke penned the poem as her daughter; Lysandra Kay Bencke lay in a coma for five days. She wrote it from the perspective of her daughter. Showing Lysandra’s excitement of being in Heaven while being keenly aware of the heartache and sadness her family was experiencing on Earth.
These are the details that I could find as I have tried to make sure that I have accurate information for you, my reader.
Lysandra Kay Bencke was a child born with severe cerebral palsy. She was a silent daughter, unable to walk or talk. On December 25, 1997, Lysandra had a severe seizure that lasted for three hours. The seizure left her in a coma for five days. On December 30, 1997, the Lord took her to be with Him in His eternal home in Heaven. Lysandra was 13 years old.
It is believed that Wanda sent the poem out in belated Christmas cards to friends and family. Then they sent it on to other friends and family, thus the poem and the story behind it have changed.
It is presented here with appreciation to Wanda Bencke for sharing her beautiful poem with the rest of us.
Others contend that this poem by Wanda Bencke is an adaptation of a poem written by Lois Gaddy after her mother died in November 2005.
Please go to Christmas with Jesus to read that version. I believe that both are very nice can minister to those grieving.
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