My First Christmas in Heaven

December 9, 2009 by  
Filed under Inspirational


I see countless Christmas trees
Around the world below
With tiny lights, like Heaven’s stars
Reflecting in 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 precious 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 blessings
Or love he has for each of you.

So have a Merry Christmas
And wipe away the tear
Remember I’m spending Christmas
With Jesus Christ this year.

About the author
‘My first Christmas in heaven’ was written by Ben, who died on Dec 14, 1997 at the age of 13 after a 4 year battle with a brain tumor. He wrote this and gave it to his mom before his death.

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Michelle Combs says:

This poem My First Christmas in Heaven is so very very special to me.
Before my dad died i prayed and did all I knew how to reach him to win him to the Lord. Even on his death bed I did not give up. I encouraged my dad, not knowing if he heard me. , I told him to listen for the voice of Jesus and to go with Him. That his sins have been forgiven. I would sing Jesus Loves you this I know. over and over again. When He died I asked the Lord to let me know if He made it to heaven. He did in His Word. But also about 6 months after his death. I was in a store just looking around and reading all the inspirational cards and stuff. Then I got down on my Knees to read a plague that was made out of glass with this very poem etched into the glass. and the very end it with signed “from George” Now George was my dad’s name.
God was so good so show me this very special poem but then for it to be from George meant more than words could say. I bought that plague for my mom. She was over joyed just like I was.