It’s not feeling like Christmas

In this land called Iraq

Where a soldier on watch

Is avoiding attack

A sand storm is raging

He could sure use some rest

Not at home for Christmas

Puts his strength to the test

Then from out of the dark

Comes a small little boy

Walking with caution

And acting quite coy

“Thanks for the pencils

The crayons, the food

Thanks for my family

And the job that you do”

“Thanks for the chance

To be one day free

To live in a land

That will embrace liberty”

Then up in the sky

A sleigh did appear

With a fat jolly man

And several reindeer

Their shadow cast

On the face of the moon

That soldier could hear

A faint Christmas tune

He pondered a thought

Then breathed a deep sigh

Wiping the tears

From under his eye

There may not be snow

Or a tree bright with lights

But he’s brought hope to a child

As he fights for his rights

Sherry Gail Heim

December 16, 2004

Copyright © Sherry Gail Heim 2004