Daddy, must you go to war?
I’ll be back before you know it, hun,
Just in time for Christmas cheer.
And, so, came the twenty-third,
of December and her Father’s word.
He came home, with showers of medals,
in a flag draped box of metal;
was buried beneath cold dirt
on December twenty-third.
War is Hell, War takes lives
No exceptions for Christmastime.
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