Were they ready
for the day when it came?
To pay the price –
the ultimate sacrifice.
In a land they didn’t call home.
“It’ll be over by Christmas,”
their loved ones believed,
but all of them knew:
their hopes were deceived.
Each one waiting.
Anticipating.
Their Cherubim – a different kind.
Were they ready,
for the day when it came?
Enveloped in calm,
they laid down their arms,
To listen,
and watch peace unfurl.
Did they dare go over the top?
To greet and frat and swap,
offering gifts to those they should kill.
Each one waiting.
Anticipating.
A haven in the midst of hell.
Were they ready,
for the day when it came?
A quietness fell,
no sound of a shell.
Silence covered the land.
Then singing was heard
on the night of goodwill.
Exchanges made,
the night so still
When peace came down at Christmas.
Each one waiting.
Anticipating.
Fritz waved a greeting – or was it farewell?
© Karen Ette
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