23/12/2025
“A Meadowvale Christmas Cheer”
At Meadowvale, where lanterns gleam
And windows frost like sugared cream,
The funeral director hums along
To Christmas bells and winter song.
He greets each family with a smile,
A warmth that lingers for a while,
For even hearts weighed down with care
Find softer ground in kindness there.
The foyer’s dressed in holly bright,
A tree adorned with twinkling light,
And through the halls a hopeful glow
Outshines the drifting flakes of snow.
He places ribbons, ties each bow,
Adds touches only he would know—
Little sparks of Christmas grace
To brighten every sacred space.
He brews hot tea, ensures there’s cake,
Lets children choose a candy flake,
And gently helps each guest recall
The love that outlives life for all.
For though this work is solemn, true,
He’s learned what holiday hearts can do:
They light the dark, they mend, they lift,
They make remembrance feel a gift.
So Meadowvale, in winter’s white,
Becomes a place of quiet light,
Where joy and memory intertwine—
A Christmas miracle, small but kind.
And when the day grows still and late,
He steps outside the chapel gate,
Smiling as the snowflakes fall—
Merry Christmas, one and all.
