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.
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