Christmas is just down the road. The memories are there too. The closer it is to Christmas, the more I remember you. Never will I forget that mother kind of smile when for your boys you would endeavor to go that extra mile. There was always something on Christmas morning. Something under the tree. You as always made sure there was a Christmas for my brothers and me. That first Christmas after you left us I looked up and saw your gift that now each Christmas since helps give me a lift. I looked up to see a light that was brightest by far. It was the light of that mother kind of smile added to the Christmas star.