Here it is Christmas Eve <br />As I think of you <br />I'm still on a foreign shore <br />With much still left to do <br /> <br />But I look to the heavens <br />As the night is deathly still <br />Wondering when I'll go home <br />Or if I ever will <br /> <br />The chances of me dying <br />Are still pretty good <br />I can't think I won't <br />Only because I know I could <br /> <br />But I always keep my guard up <br />I always stay alert <br />The last thing that I want for you <br />Is to hear that I've been hurt <br /> <br />I thought last year I'd be home <br />For Christmas two-thousand-eight <br />But as you see I'm still here <br />I guess this war must be our fate <br /> <br />So here's hoping that next year <br />That I'll be right there with you <br />Sharing a family Christmas <br />The way that families do <br /> <br /> <br />12-24-08/RJH<br /><br />Ray Hansell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-family-christmas-2/
