First Christmas in Heaven

I made Mom's glazed cookies this week.

The round ones which our grands have dubbed Oma cookies,

taste like a little chocolate cake incased in meringue icing.

The elongated ones are slightly spiced and filled with plum jam.

There's not many things that make me feel her absence as

much as when I make her cookies,

remembering how she rolled, cut and pinched ...

her hands wrinkled, nails cut short,

deftly filling pans, 

later to glaze them all, late into the evening. 

As I went down this memory lane,

 I saw the years I'd take her shopping for a dress

around the week of her birthday,

which we would be celebrating this weekend.

She always apologized that her birthday was so close to Christmas,

"when you are all busy!"

But she also loved getting a new dress.

Such wonderful memories that come packed into this month

truly make one want to know,

what Christmas in heaven is like. 

I listened to the song that the Clark family sings,

and you can imagine my tears...

imagine her in the choir,

and maybe even in the kitchen,

glazing, melt in your mouth cookies.

So I'll share the lyrics to Christmas in Heaven, written by 

Paul Marino and Jeremy Johnson

Maybe you have a loved one or two

whom you are missing this Christmas.

Know that one day the waiting will be over,

and there will be no more tears,

December hasn't changed

This town looks the same

They still light that tree in the city square

There's red, white and green shining everywhere

And I wish, you were here

And I wonder

Is the snow falling down on the streets of gold

Are the mansions all covered in white

Are you singing with angels, "Silent Night"

I wonder what Christmas in heaven is like.

There's a little manger scene

Down on Third and Maine

I must have walked right by it a thousand times

But I see it now in a different light

'Cause I know you are there

And I wonder

Are you kneeling with shepherds before Him now

Can you reach out and touch His face

Are you part of that glorious Holy Night

I wonder what Christmas in Heaven is like

Is the snow falling down on the streets of gold?

Are the mansions all covered in white?

Are you singing with angels "Silent Night"

I wonder what Christmas in Heaven is like.

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