Its a Holiday, Holiday

 

December 24th, 1945...

It's just you and I on this silent night

We're together again; we survived the plight

There are gifts under the tree and a crackling fire

You made a wonderful dinner, a big holiday feast

The war is over; thank God we have peace

We had been brought together by fate

Then separated by a world filled with hate

The dark days of battle were scary and gray

But the dark days are passed on this Christmas holiday

I remembered you always through my fear and frustration

You were my inspiration in a war torn situation

All around me were the sounds of gunfire and shelling

I had no way of telling, if I'd ever see you again

The air smelled of death and the blood poured like rain

It was a contest and a conquest with nothing to gain

Thank God the war is over; I'm away from the pain

It's time to give thanks and pray

It's a holiday, holiday

I remember my first battle, when I shot a man face to face

All that shooting and killing, God what a waste

Maybe he had a wife like mine, who loved him the same way

Now they'll never be together for a Christmas holiday

Someday soon we'll have a son and a daughter

I hope by then I'll be over the slaughter

We'll be a family, and we'll be together

For those days and more, let us earnestly pray

And thank God on this Christmas holiday