The clock rolls over, the 25th is here!
The children are sleeping,
Gifts under the tree.
You wonder if dinner will be done in time
And if your uncle will drink too much…
Many miles across the sea
Sits a young man, the valiant infantry
There are no trees in the desert
Rations and bullets the only gifts received.
He wonders if he will be home in time next year.
Semper fi Marine.
The city is quiet, turmoil quelled by midnight moon
Yet specters and beasts are stirring
to ruin Christmas cheer.
They will be snuffed out under flashing lights.
A dragon’s breath consumes a home
Faulty wiring, a tragic mistake.
A brigade of brave men charge into the jaws of hell
To reclaim the innocent
‘Tis not the season for farewells.
Men in blue, hunt men of sin
A looming shadow across their face
Iniquity aplenty, yet not all hide in its tenebrous midst
The brave, the few, defenders of the street.
The shadows bark, yet they bite.
Gifts of justice and peace.
A lonely man, a veteran, a hero,
ten years with the bottle, his only friend,
Goes for a swim
The medics drag him out
To warmer shores.
Give him the gift he deserves.
Stethoscopes, hoses, and guns
Evil and misfortune has yet to take a holiday.
Yet tireless they fight
So you can overcook that bird
and so your uncle can get drunk
So your kids can open their gifts
under Christmas lights.