Paratroopers Christmas Dream

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Paratroopers Christmas Dream  


I had this dream on Christmas eve,Twas real as real could be;
The starlit night had turned to day, or so it seemed to me,
rpt last phrase--or so it seemed to me.

The entire World was draped in snow, and yet no one was cold,
In an outside amphitheatre, were gathered young and old.

The rich and ruling famous, occupied a special lace,
The proud but poor and working class, were on a common base--

Then came a promulgation, from the most august degree
From the ranking politician, or so it seemedt o me--

The grandest Christmas ever, we'd come to celebrate,
And everyone who voted, vowed, to glorify that date--

When all the votes were tallied, and results were verified,
No two countries could agree, no one was unified--

Some wanted everyone to have a house to call their own,
Some wanted each and everyone, a fine sports car to own--

Fine clothes and jewels and riches, such worldly goods you see,
Were primary in peoples thoughts, or so it seemedto me,--

The chaos was terrific, each thought his way was best;
The ranking politician then, consulted with the rest,--

The leadersthen decided, only after much debate;
And a little child was chosen, the dispute to arbitrate, --

That little childs decision, was voiced both loud and clear,
And everyone throughout the World, strained their ears to hear,--

' Stop your wars he pleaded' Are you all too blind to see?
' My Dad is dead, and al your votes, won't bring him backto me'--

A deathly hush retained its grip, on all Humanity,
That little child had reached the Mass, or so it seemed to me --

As one they all vacated and filed ashamedly home,
Each person dedicated to World Peace from that day on --

His tearful eyes raised to the sky, that little child remained,
His lip began to tremble, to hear his voice I strained --

His words though softly spoken, were plain as plain could be-
' Thank you Lord, Happy Birthday', or so it seemed to me --

I had that dream last evening, Twas real as realcould be,
That all Mankind lay down their Arms, worked together peacefully,
Worked together peacefully..

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