I'Ll Be Home For Christmas

The plane arrived on the cold snowy day. I stood on the bench, just so you could see me. Gleefully, I watched as passengers dismounted but as the crowd dwindled down I saw no sign of you. We had already made plans First, was going shopping for Maggie but, now I was worried... I didn't see you exit. I quickly ran to the pilot "Where is John Smith?" "We had no John Smith," he said as he checked the paper. I sadly walked home. No glee in my heart. My Christmas spirit all gone, Because you were not here. As cold as it was, I took the long way, Thinking that maybe, just maybe, I could walk the sadness out of my heart. I remembered your face when you left You smiled and waved And promised to come back to me... safely. As I entered the house, Drenched from the snow, The phone rung. I jumped to answer it. "Hello, Mrs Smith?" "This is I." "Yeah, about your husband..." I suddenly grew quiet... and worried. "He...... he......he's dead." "OH, GOD! NO!!!" Those were the only words That I remember saying Before I hung up In the pilot's face. It seems that I'll be home for Christmas But this time... I'll be alone.