The wreath on the door is black this year, the lights have all been turned off and there is not a lot of cheer. The message came on December 3rd. All of the presents have been put away and everyone has heard. We are going to the airport to pick him up and to bring him home one last time. He stood up for what he believed and now his work is done. His mother will be going to see him all dressed in black. She knows he won't mind it much, she is just glad he is coming back. At Christmas dinner there will be an empty plate. A folded flag will be sitting in his place. The mood will be somber as everyone gathers to eat. All will feel sorrow at the empty seat. The twenty gun still echo from when he was laid to rest. A solider won't be home for Christmas and he will be sorely missed.