I pray you're home for Christmas,
I pray for that each day.
But we'll make up for it if not,
When we know you're on your way.
It's snowing here today ,
And the lights across the street,
Has the house all lit up,
Like a picture on a snow white sheet.
I like to sit here by the Christmas tree
And visualize you there,
Coming down the stairway,
With a smile and a grateful stare.
Your Christmas gifts are all wrapped up,
In bright and lovely paper,
With bows that glitter under the tree,
You may unwrap them a little later.
We'll be thinking of you on Christmas day,
The same as if you were here,
Of course the chair where you always sit,
May be empty this year.
But we are so thankful we have,
Such brave young men as you,
Who loves his country and his family,
To do what you're having to do.
You give up Holidays and family,
And go to foreign lands,
And many sleep on foreign soil,
In dugouts in the sand.
You may not be here for Christmas ,
But you are here the same,
As if you sat beside me Christmas day,
As we pray for you in Jesus Name.
You may not see the city,
All lit with Christmas lights,
But be sure to watch the stars,
Shining on Christmas night.
For was the star of Bethlehem,
That shone so bright that night,
That showed the wise men where to go,
To find the Christ Child by the light.
Were there no Christ Child,
Then there would be no Christmas,
Were there no resurrection,
There be no Easter, if no resurrection,
There would be no salvation.
Just be thankful for our life,
And for as well as it is today,
And plan on next year being different,
We'll plan it at least that way.
Faye Reyenga © 11 / 09 / 2008