My eyes fixed upon the window sill,
While my ears wait for the doorbell's ring.
Even if you don't bring any presents still;
Your presence means everything.
I know life is tough for you out there,
But please tell me, how does my brother fare?.
Mama's questions are always the same;
"Do you get enough food and rest, my busy captain?".
Daddy chopped the logs,
While Mama prepared us the turkey ****
Together we sipped our coffee, warming our talk;
As the snow covered the block.
Yet those moments are now nothing more than the remnants of the past,
As time's unyielding tide relentlessly moves on so fast.
For you, my elder, my eternal pride;
Like a candle in the dark, always there to guide.
Though, there's one thing that I can't quite surmise,
"Why does Daddy not speak of you anymore?".
He always held you as the apple of his eyes;
But now it seems like, he loves me more.
Six days remain, the eve draws near,
When the Christmas joy shall grace the year.
The mention of which, makes enemy's faces go pallor;
I am dying to hear those accounts of valor.
Yearning for you to return ere this letter's reach,
To embrace your presence, my heart truly beseech.
Even if you don't bring any presents still;
Your presence means everything, and it always will.