Oh! Let us speak of Christmas
At Bastogne in ‘44
When the Airborne saw Ole Santa come
In gliders by the score
They’d asked got their presents
Such as shells and gas for tanks
They also hoped for aid supplies
For the wounded in their ranks
With Santa flying the tow-plane
And GPs at the glider controls,
The Germans were caught astounded
Below in the snow and cold
‘Twas o’re forty years you’ll remember,
And the Airborne was in a tight fix,
So forgive them for not seeing gliders,
But a sled that belonged to St. Nick
If you’ve gone along with this story,
Then we know that you truly believe,
That their really is a Santa Claus
Bringing love on this Christmas Eve.
Merry Christmas and best wished for you all and your families ~ Monique Taylor
I love them as well. It often reminds me of how blessed so many of us are. Merry Christmas!
There’s longing and warmth in this piece, Monique. I can read it in between the lines. And the words.