Ernie Smiling Hawk

CHRISTMAS EVE 1968

It was Christmas Eve thirty-five years ago today
Deep in the foreboding jungle of a war torn land far away.

Young men who should be laughing and singing round a Christmas tree
Sat in an ambush site under the jungle canopy.

Each with his own thoughts of home and family
And brightly wrapped gifts under the tree.

Muzzle flashes light up the darkness of the jungle night
It was the beginning of a short but deadly firefight.

The enemy bodies were searched and the soldiers moved away
As they did so one young soldier began to pray.

Father when will we know the love, peace and joy
That you gave to the world with the birth of a little boy?

It is thirty-five years later and still young soldiers are in lands far away
And some will kill or be killed on Christmas day.

Again I ask God, when will we know the Love, Peace and Joy
That you gave to the world with the birth of a little boy?

Author’s Note: Dedicated to all who have stood in harm’s way on any Christmas Day, for God and Country