Lawrence Hall
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Why Can’t You Come Home for Christmas, Daddy?
Christmas eve – and the
conversation is low
The chaplains have left
the men with their blessings
And have in their turn
been blessed by the men
Who gather now with powdered
coffee, with words
Christmas eve – written in
a little child’s hand:
“Why can’t you come home
for Christmas, Daddy?”
And a crayoned Santa Claus
who can fly
Above the razor wire, and
far away
Christmas eve - midnight’s
canvas-pillowed tears
Christmas at home someday
- only ten years
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