I know that this Christmas will be a difficult one, as you reminisce of all the Christmases that have now been and gone. I know there's not one gift, nothing that lies under your tree, that you wouldn't offer to trade to spend just one more Christmas with me. So I hope that you know, although you can't see my face, I'm still sat around our table, in the spot that was always my place. I am not the empty space, I am not the empty chair, but the wonderful memories we were lucky to share. I'm still right beside you, so look out for a sign, a little reminder that we're forever entwined, because ill send something often to show you I'm close, especially at Christmas when I know that you need it the most. I may come as a robin, as I flutter my wings, a song on the radio, that we used to sing, a little white feather, a pretty rainbow, to show you I'll be with you wherever you go.