It's the night before Christmas, we're all filled with joy, Except when we think of you, Ry. The stockings are hung by the chimney with care, And in our hearts it's as if you were here. Our Rhys is sleeping, in his bedroom he lies, But we're still filled with grief for our Ry that died. You see, this Christmas you would have been nine, But every Christmas we know we'll miss you. We wrap up the presents our thoughts are on you, And what we'd have bought if you were here, too. A Spiderman, a book, a red fire truck? Or maybe a rabbit's foot to bring you good luck. The tree is all trimmed with bright colored balls, And decorations hang on all of the walls. It looks so pretty - - I wonder if you see Your Christmas ball we've hung on the tree. Tomorrow is Christmas, we'll try not to be sad; We'll count all our blessings and try to be glad, Of all the Christmas together we have had. Someday we know we'll be together and won’t be sad . Happy Christmas Ry Loved & Missed more everyday. Mummy, Daddy & Rhys xxxx