I’ll see your smiles as long as I live,
as I’ll always remember you;
the bliss that Christmas was able to give
my very own little boy bleu.
When you saw the brilliant tree lights lit,
your sparkling dark brown eyes
just didn’t know what to make of it,
and widened in pure surprise!
The outdoors had come inside for you -
you’d sniff it in keen delight!
This infant tree all fresh and new -
you enjoyed it day and night!
You couldn’t reach out with your little hands,
for so weak and frail you were;
but you explored enchanted lands
when your cheeks stroked the tree of fir!
So I’d push your chair ‘till you leaned right in,
chestnut curls on tinsel bright,
you’d laugh at the brush of it on your skin,
and giggle to see its light.
You’d try to lick a shining globe
that from a near branch hung;
trying with all the patience of Job
to touch one with your tongue.
Your favorite month, your favorite toy,
that Christmas tree each December;
I’ll never forget your purest joy;
Our five tender years, remember.
Sweet beautiful son, ever lingering on,
in my heart where you live so true;
oh, how I miss you, now that you’re gone,
my very own little boy bleu.
