A Christmas Greeting

Here's to you, little mother,

With your boy so far away;

May the joy of service smother

All your grief this Christmas day;

May the magic of his splendor

Thrill your spirit through and through

And may all that's fine and tender

Make a smiling day for you.

May you never know the sadness

That from day to day you dread;

May you never find but gladness

In the Flag that's overhead;

May the good God watch above him

As he stands to duty stern,

And at last to all who love him

May he have a safe return.

Little mother, take the blessing

Of a grateful nation's heart;

May the news that is distressing

Never cause your tears to start;

May there be no fears to haunt you,

And no lonely hours and sad;

May your trials never daunt you,

But may every day be glad.

Little Mother, could I do it,

This my Christmas gift would be:

That he'd safely battle through it,

This to you I'd guarantee.

And I'd pledge to you this morning

Joys to banish all your cares,

Gifts of gold and silver scorning,

I would answer all your prayers.