All We Want for Christmas…
Twas the night before Christmas, the house seemed so sad, Early this year, this family lost “Dad.” He’d been a soldier, in Afghanistan serving, To help people live free, now thankful, deserving. His wife and the kids have cried a river of tears,
They had known this could happen, through all of the years.
It’s a dangerous business, no place for wimps.
Some don’t come home, some others with limps.
As I slipped down the chimney, I really did dread…
That I’d fall straight apart in this house with war dead.
I crept from the hearth, wondering what would I see,
What my eyes would behold, in this land of the free.
The home was decorated, with the tree and some lights
The milk, plate of cookies, and some other tasty bites.
Next to this was a note, from the boys up in bed,
I picked the page up and here’s what it said.
Please go read the full version written by MajorDad
Written in memory of LTC Mike McMahon, USMA 1985 and his family
Hat tip Mudville Gazette