As They Decorate Our Tree |  | The chill again is in the air, another year draws to an end.
Christmas will soon be here, we must spread cheer throughout the land.
I sit here watching my children as they decorate our tree.
A warm feeling fills my heart, just watching them puts my mind at ease.
This Christmas will be much happier than the one before.
This year their Daddy won't be off fighting in a War.
I thank my lucky stars that he will be home on Christmas morn.
Handing out the presents, sitting in his bathrobe on the floor.
Some won't be as lucky as my family is this year.
I promise I will find a way to spread some Christmas Cheer.
Some just can't afford it, other's have lost their way.
Most just take for granted the freedoms they enjoy each and every day.
For a brave few, Christmas this year will be spent fighting in that very same War.
The one that kept my children's Daddy away the year before.
Fathers and Mothers will still be missing sons and daughters.
Brothers will be missing sisters and sisters will be missing brothers.
Daddy's kisses or Mommy's hugs, them saying I love you and good night.
Will not be heard in many homes this year on Christmas night.
A lonely wife will say good night and dry her child's tears.
A tired husband will kiss a picture of his loved ones, as he puts away his gear.
Another day of fighting done, they fall asleep on the sand.
Some will never come home to hold their loved ones hand.
So, as I sit here watching my children as they decorate our tree.
I reach out to hold the hand of the man sitting next to me.
Thank God I have him to share this joyous time of year.
I know deep in my heart, God heard me through my tears.
He truly hears our prayers, in that I do believe.
I have all the proof that I will ever need.
This year my Sailor is home, sitting right next to me.
Watching our three children as they decorate our tree. | By Andrea M. Paterson
Copyright 2003
Listed 02/19/2007 |
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