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.
This poem "Christmas In Heaven" written by Wanda Bencke has appeared on the internet in different forms. The story behind the poem... Lysandra Kay Bencke was was my thirteen year old handicapped daughter. On Christmas day 1997, Lysandra had a seizure and was in a coma for five days before she died. During those five days, I wrote the poem "Christmas In Heaven". ~ by Wanda Bencke