It looks like a bleak Christmas for Mary until she hears a knock on her door.
I am very fortunate to have Curtis Willey as my son-in-law. I write lyrics and he puts them to music with his guitar and smooth as Kahlua and Cream voice,
Story behind the song
I had the title in my mind, Mary's Christmas, (as opposed to Merry Christmas) and then I just had to come up with a scenario to fit the title
Lyrics
Mary put the kids to bed
With dreams of Christmas in their heads
She kissed their cheeks and smoothed their hair
Turned off the light and crept downstairs.
The bike was assembled, the parts were all there
The dolls and tea cups set out with care
The kids would be happy tomorrow for sure
With Santa’s gifts strewn all over the floor.
Mary’s Christmas would not be bright
Since her Jim had gone away to fight
Mary’s Christmas would have to be
The tree, the kids and her memories.
She looked at the tree she had carefully trimmed
With decorations sent home by Jim
There were handmade angels and cherubs and more
From the different places he'd served in the war.
Now all that was missing, besides Jim, she thought
Was the star that should sit way up on the top
But she couldn’t reach it so it would just go bare
Without him home to put it there.
Mary’s Christmas would not be bright
Since her Jim had gone away to fight
Mary’s Christmas would have to be
The tree, the kids and her memories.
Well as always she knelt down to pray
She had a few soft words to say
About a newborn babe and men from afar
Who sang joy to the world 'neath His guiding star.
Then she prayed for Jim that he would be kept safe
So far away in that far away place
She prayed for her kids that they would be
Pure and strong as God meant them to be.
Then she got up and tried the locks,
Pulled the blinds and wound the clock
But she said to herself, I won't darken that tree
Until my Jim comes home to me.
Brief Interlude
So a sound at the door made her jump with fright
What could that be in the middle of this night?
Then the door opened wide and tears streaked her face
As Jim swept her up in one long embrace.
He laid out the toys for the kids that he’d brought
And for Mary, a bundle of gifts he had bought.
Then he noticed the star and went to the tree
And carefully placed it where it needed to be
Mary’s Christmas sure turned bright
Snuggling with Jim ‘neath the twinkling colored lights
Mary’s Christmas was the best she ever had
She had her Jim, and the kids had their dad.
Joy to the World refrain
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