If I lay down and close my eyes never to wake again lay me down in a bed of flames to melt my bones.
Set a wreath out on the floor and wrap garland around your door.
As the world moves on and they sing the Carol Of The Bells know that my soul will be waiting.
Decorate your tree with gentle hands, stringing lights and hanging peaceful memories as you go.
Fill my stocking with cinnamon and cloves and know that on Christmas morning you will find that neatly wrapped under the tree is a last gift from me.
It is scarred and broken, but it is the most precious posession. Treat it well, keep it close and know that you are the only place I want to be for all of my eternity.