Today the house was quiet the day, just dragging by
depression had filled me up until I often wanted to die
Just as I thought to go to bed and hide the day away
My brother called to ask me to watch the kids today
The kids arrived in a frenzy, I thought "what have I done"
But my nephew paused to look at me, leaned over and kissed me once
My niece took his hand and led him to the living room
to watch Christmas stories while they played and sang tunes
Suddenly she ran up to me, leaning close to my ear
"You've no Christmas tree, Santa won't come this year"
I'd given the large tree away and hundreds of ornaments too
But I had a small one in the garage that I thought I could still use
I dragged the little tree in, where to put it, I didn't know
my niece dragged in a TV tray "Look aunt T, here we go"
I had one box of ornaments left, mostly old sentimental ones
My nephew dug through the box. It’s the Christmas bulb he wants
I strung the lights and watched in amazement as he worked
he took each ornament in his hand studied it and carefully hung it up
I'd hand him the lone Christmas bulb but he'd put it right back down
my niece and I just watched him while he moved all around
We thought the ornaments were hung but there was just one more
My nephew had the Christmas bulb, It was full of snow and a rose
He carried that bulb so tenderly and placed it into my hand
Tears sprung into my eyes as I watched this tiny little man
He looked me in the eye and kissed me softly on the cheek
then said to me so softly "you put it on the tree"
I burst into to tears as I hung it, my nephew wrapped around my leg
He hardly speaks, he's barely here, but today was my lucky day
I bought that Christmas bulb the year that he was born
He rode in the cart and held it as we shopped and brought it home
I think he somehow knew it and just wanted me to see
that even if he's locked away he still remembers me
I know I'll never forget again to put up the Christmas tree
as long as that bulb remains, hope shall live inside of me
Author notes
The Lone Christmas Bulb ( For Jacob )
Written July 2003 –
A rough original version that I still cannot bear to change. My nephew is autistic and a true treasure in my life.
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Comments
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This was beautifully written -
I knew as soon as I read that he rarely speaks that there must be 'something' going on there, that you would cherish it so much;
A beautiful story you told here, worded so personally - thank you for sharing this with us
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OMG...outstanding...you can never change what God sends your way...good luck...




