Someone lovely, someone dear, someone true said,
"It feels like my heart is being ripped out.... I guess I don't know really what that feels like, but..."
Another whispers a response,
"I think it feels exactly how you feel....she holds your heart."
The lovely, dear, true man cries,
"I'm not really sure how to live without her.. She taught me how to say, 'I love you.'"
The quiet response, holding back tears which could flood the room,
"She sure knew how to love."
And the room got still...and he held on for dear life...somehow this is and is not what Christmas is about.