He asked me to marry him
and I gladly said yes
We thought it'd be fun
to get married on Christmas.

My gown would be snow white,
The roses would be red.
We'd repeat our vows of true love
Just like the preacher said.

The best man would hold mistletoe
high above our heads
We'd seal our vows with a kiss
in front of family and friends.

Christmas cookies instead of cake.
Our friends would all be near
singing carols and toasting us
with lots of Christmas cheer.

Two weeks before our wedding
from my chest, my heart he tore.
He'd got the call from Uncle Sam,
he was going off to fight the war.

I heard my true love whisper
"Baby, please don't cry.
'Cause for my countries freedom
I would gladly die.

I'll be home for Christmas.
Maybe not this year.
See ya later, Kiddo"
were his last words that I'd hear.

It's been forty Christmases
since he went off to war.
I sit and tenderly caress
the Purple Heart he bore.

As I sit here Christmas morning
trying not to cry,
I know my love watches over me
from his post up in the sky.

So if I cry on Christmas
Be patient, it won't last,
I'm at a Christmas Wedding
That never came to pass.

12/23/2008

Author's Note: dedicated to those girls who lost their loved ones in the Viet Nam war

Posted on 01/25/2009
Copyright © 2024 Maude Curtis