It’s Christmas Day for you and me,
But what of Bud across the sea?
My heart all day has tribute paid
To one who crawls, a bit dismayed,
Across this awful war’s debris.
For him, no fire–no Christmas-tree;
No cheering sight of family—-
But, high above the cannonade,
“It’s Christmas Day!”
His face is turned, O Christ, to Thee–
This, Bud’s so-simple recipe
Has held him far from our parade
Perhaps alone, but unafraid,
As those of Faith shall ever be
On Christmas Day.
by Ray Romine Sunday, December 26, 1943
