THE XMAS WAR

On Christmas Eve in '69
I watched our tracer bullets fly;
And in their flight
Their bright red light
Lit up the earth and sky.

Then from the dark,
From guns unseen,
Their shots flew back at us
Bright green!

And back and forth,
Throughout the night,
We fought the Christmas colored fight...

(...back home, happy children
Unwrapped gifts of toys...
Barbie dolls and toy cars...)

...while we killed our brothers
In the Christmas Wars.