Dearest Dustin,

Christmas is coming,
I feel it in the air.
The tree is up, filled
with ornaments you
made with your small little
hands, The twinkley lights
are glowing, The star shining
on top.

Presents are piling up under
the tree, I think I see one with
my Dustin boys name on it.
I wonder what it is?

If you were here, you would
be shaking it and probably
taking a peak when no one
else was watching.

Christmas morning would come,
you'd empty your stocking,
have a bite of candy or two,
You'd rip open the presents,
one after another, getting
all the stuff you asked Santa for.

But......that Christmas morning
won't come, your spending
Christmas in Heaven.

I hope your here still, in spirit,
watching momma and Tray and Kevin too,
Is all I want for Christmas, is to find you,
Under the Christmas tree.

Merry Christmas Dustin, my sweet boy.
I miss you during this Christmas time and always.
I love you to the moon and back and beyond.

Momma
Christmas 2008