Christmas is Coming

by John J. King

 

Christmas is coming, and I'm all alone;

Fifteen hundred miles away from home.

 

But, I have memories of Christmas gone by;

Christmas trees, candy canes and mince pies.

 

Children finding their gifts, under the tree;

Yelling, "Look what Santa left for me!"

 

"It's just what I wanted!  How did he know?"

And "Do raindears fly and walk on the snow?"

 

"My doll is so pretty,

And her eyes close when she lies down;

Her eyes are blue and her dress is brown."

 

The weather is warm,

and I really miss you.

Come to my house

And make my dreams come true.

And I wish a merry Christmas to you.