Father

Dear Father,
Merry Christmas,
I'm alive & well.
My cup is running over.

I'm sitting here eating dinner with both sets of parents.
Inside I'm actually happy, no lie, no joke here.
There's snow outside, it represents the purity of our Lord.
I see the blue christmas lights, as they light up homes.

How is your Christmas Eve going?
You seem happy.
You seem content.
But how is your soul really?

I just want to barge in a little.
I just want to admit to something.
Something I fear not of.
Here are my confessions.

I miss you.
I care for you.
I wish I could hug you daily.
I cry sometimes because your not in a room across from me.
I'm happy, but I still remember you in my dreams.
I hope that life is happy all in itself for you this year.
All in all, I love you.
That is all that matters right now.

Sleep well tonight Father knowing that I'll be sleeping.
But sleeping for me means literally, not with fishes or flowers.
I swear, I promise, that will be the last time I truly scare you.
So sleep sound tonight Father.
Knowing that we are both well in spirit and soul.

Merry Christmas.