Christmas in Heaven

Amidst the joys of the holiday season, this is our first Christmas without John. I talked to his Mother yesterday and she told me that she and my Uncle (John’s Dad) saw this poem in the Grand Island newspaper. They had read it and cried…  She read it to me over the phone and we both cried. It’s not easy, we miss him and the holidays have been especially tough. I loved the message of the poem and told her that when she felt sad over the next few days, to look at that poem and read it. I know I will.  It makes me feel a little better. Because it’s true, John is spending Christmas in heaven this year and I know how happy he must be. No pain, no suffering- how wonderful!  I can almost hear his laugh and see his grin.

For those of you who have been thinking of him this Christmas and feeling a bit sad, I’m copying it here for you to read.  Even if you didn’t know John but have lost a loved one and aren’t feeling quite in the holiday spirit because you are grieving, I hope this offers some measure of comfort.  Merry Christmas everyone- and Merry Christmas Johnny.  We love and miss you.


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 that 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 of 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
For I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

I can’t tell you of the splendor or the peace here in this place
Can you just imagine Christmas with our Savior face to face?

I’ll ask him to lift your spirit as I tell you of your love
So, then pray for one another as you lift your eyes above.

Please let your hearts be joyful and let your spirit sing
For I am spending Christmas in heaven and I’m walking with the King.

by Wanda Bencke

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