In Your Honor, at Christmas
We honor you, the soldiers, all, and forever, shall never forget your sacrifice, no never,
From the Boston common's greenest lawns, where you stood against tyranny's ground.
You learned to bring the fight to the enemy, as in a jungle warfare early, and so clever.
You fought against a mighty army of red, as you all marched by the drummer's sound.
At Christmas time when the families to gather, and the mistletoe in the hall, is all hung,
The pain that you felt, that war to you had dealt, in your honor our carols, that are sung.
We're all of good cheer in this season of the year, but no dry eyes, to be ever the case,
Your greatest and most excellent servitude, gives us courage, in our own battles to face.
The most terrible in our memories, that old Civil War, when 1860 does mark darkest in time,
You gave your limbs, your all, your life, and earned our respect and dedication, over the years.
A holiday tradition, means so much to us each, yet, in remembering you, a sadness it does bring.
We will raise our glasses, and shall say all our prayers, as every soul tries to wipe away their tears.
Those horrible inflagrations of this nation, World Wars One and of Two, took you away, as you gave your all,
You traveled over wide oceans to faraway lands, fought in villages, and in the countrysides, over there,
Gave up freedom, so we had it for our own, with all your struggles, and the great hurt, as you did fall,
Our Christmas promise to you, our beloved and fallen men, is that we want ever forget your burdens, to bear.
Korea, Vietnam, and wars fought on the Middle Eastern shores, where you bled and died in desert sands,
The character and strength that you showed to us then, your arms so strong, as of iron bands,
You'll all be home with us for Christmas, for it is our time, and which has flown so fast, it seems,
At Christmas, love of family, does mean so much to us all, we shall have you here, and if only in our treasured dreams.
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