A Different Silent NightMature

Too young boy

Who should be able to gaze upon

the Christmas tress,

Now lays beneath it withering leaves.

No carols to be singing,

No Christmas pudding for eating.

The silent night normally merry,

Now transformed into grieving weeping.

Santa arrives, now dressed in uniform blue.

His reindeer Rudolph replaced by the bleeping

red siren of his car.

He is the only present we want

but can'

But as he looks down from heaven,t receive.

Keeping an eye,

Keeping us safe.

Will remember him always,

The young merry boy,

May he rest in peace.