Baby's 1st Christmas

This is a poem I wrote for Phoebe the first Christmas without her.

Baby's 1st Christmas is supposed to be filled with joy
I know yours will
I just wish it was joyfully with us
Baby's 1st Christmas is supposed to be filled with being passed around from relative to relative
You'll get passed from Angel to Angel
Baby's 1st Christmas is supposed to be filled with trying to keep wrapping paper out of your mouth
You'll get better presents than I or daddy could ever give you
Baby's 1st Christmas is supposed to be filled with "peekaboo!"s
Sometimes I think I get a glimpse of you in the clouds
Baby's 1st Christmas is supposed to be filled with lots of hugs and kisses
Having you would fill my heart's deepest wishes
Baby's 1st Christmas is supposed to be filled with celebrating Baby Jesus
You get to celebrate with Him
Baby's 1st Christmas is supposed to be spent in the warm embrace of mommy and daddy's arms
You get to spend it in the arms of Angels
Happy first Christmas sweet daughter of mine. I hope its a beautiful one for the most beautiful little girl ever.