• Half covered Christmas lights
    A blown over tree
    This place destroys
    Our Christmas glee

    No family is here
    But for our brothers and sisters
    The sand billows in my lungs
    The wind whispers

    Thoughts of home
    And loved ones dear
    I shall see neither
    Never here

    Tacky decorations
    From Christmas' past
    How they always
    Seem to last

    Christmas in the sands
    The deserts of Iraq
    I can't wait to go home
    And never come back