Emily wasn't very old,
Maybe three or four,
Her Grandpa died this year,
Her family grieving and heartsore.
Too young to understand,
Yet old enough to be aware,
Something not quite right,
An undercurrent there.
They almost did not have a tree,
Christmas time so sad this year,
It was hard for all of them,
Difficult to hide each tear.

Emily sensed the family's sorrow,
She missed her Grandpa, too,
But this was Merry Christmas time,
When little girls should not be blue.
With an unmittened, chubby finger,
She pointed out a Christmas tree,
"Twee, Twee," she laughed and smiled,
"A Twis-mas Twee for me!"
Who could resist a child like this?
Thus, a Christmas tree was bought,
"We'll have a tree for Emily,"
The entire family's thought.

Next, Emily steered both her folks
To some brightly colored lights,
Jumping up and down and all around,
She showed her pure delight.
"Daddy! Mommy!  Pretty lights!
For my Twis-mas Twee,"
Again, who could resist this Miss,
"We'll have lights for Emily."
"Oh-h," they heard a little gasp,
What had Emily spotted now?
A tiny manger with a Babe,
And a sheep, and lamb, and cow.

A little Mother Mary,
And a tiny Joseph, too,
And three shepherds, bearing gifts.
Well, what could her parents do?
They bought the lot for Emily,
To place beneath the tree,
And they laughed with Christmas joy,
As Emily squealed with glee.
"Grandpa!  Grandpa!" the child called out,
"See my Twis-mas Twee!
See my Baby Jesus, too!
Twis-mas for the fam-a-wie!"

Christmas for the family,
Yes, indeed, sweet child,
You really did save Christmas,
You made your family smile.
And you know what else took place?
Grandpa smiled from up above,
They all sensed it; they all knew it,
They all felt Grandpa's love.
Donna, Becky, Billy, Michelle, Lillian,
& Emily (of course) 
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
Copyright December 2002