Night Raids At Christmas : Sad Poetry

It's Christmas time and enemies surround us everywhere
Screaming out with weapons raised put your hands up in the air
It's Christmas time and another night raid has just begun
What chance is there I'm thinking, maybe Santa Clause will come
On a sleigh with some surprises for a soldier in the east
House after house was searched with women and children all released
No sign of Santa – only enemies with surprises
The wonder of it all is you can't see behind disguises.
Happy Christmas everyone put your hands up in the air;
I'm taking no chances there are surprises everywhere.

By Paul McCann