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The winds got colder while the snow got deeper,

His heart grew heavier,

As each day passed,

Only a day left for Christmas,

No Letters or phone calls,

Or even a hello,

From his beloved father,

Who went to fight the war,

Each day he would wait,

To receive a message,

Or even a call,

As the Christmas tree was decorated,

But as the days grew near,

His tears started to fall,

As his heart broke into pieces,

To be without his father on this Christmas Eve,

As he watched the others,

All cheerful and joy,

Decorating and singing,

The Carols of Christmas,

To welcome Santa and his gifts,

But still there was no sign of his return,

And standing beside the window, watching the snow fall,

He asked his mom, 'Will dad ever come home'

But then there was a knock,

And the door flew open,

A tall man stood, stretching out his hands,

Out there on the snow,

Holding a small gift...

'Merry Christmas my son'

He never would forget the special day,

And as he went to bed that night,

He thanked the lord for bringing him back,

For it was the best gift he had ever got...