On wings of gossamer shining,
Our Christmas Angels take flight.
Brighter than the stars above
On a cold, clear winter's night.
As individual as snowflakes,
They leave their memories behind
Like precious gifts of love
For us, each day, to find.
No one can know their joy
As we open each one carefully.
Remembering special antics and qualities
That now at the Rainbow Bridge will be.
And as we smile at them through our tears,
They at our side will be.
Saying, "Yes, I know you loved me,
You showed it all the time, you see."
"So don't be sad, I am still here,
Although the Bridge has called me home.
My nose still nuzzles you, my paw still paws,
You'll never be alone."
And so, our Christmas Angels
On their gossamer wings will fly.
And one day, we'll fly with them
Shining bright in the winer sky.
by Carol Wert
