Christmas in the Army!

Long time ago when we were always being asked to put clever Christmas programs together, Doris wrote these words to the tune, “Christmas in Killarney” – I think this one for a Divisional Christmas Party (Do they still have those?) A bit irreverent I guess.

As we sit on the beach in Hawaii, Christmas in the army is but a distant memory, no longer being asked for clever and creative. Feel free to use if you think it not too old fashioned. By the way, the timbrel art on this page is Doris’ creation also, painted on an old, well used tambourine (like us). Hum or howl along as you read the words. - just like the dog in the drawing.

Christmas in the Army

Is quite a thing to see.

Listen for a moment

And I’ll take you there with me.

The Carol Sing, the kettles ring,

The ladies go “League of Mercying.”

When it’s Christmas in the army,

You’re lucky to see your home!

It’s nice you know, to kiss your beau,

As off to the Home League Bazaar you go.

When it’s Christmas in the army,

You’re lucky to see your home!

The door is always open,

The neighbors pay a call.

They’re running up the stairs,

And then they’re hiding in the hall!

How grand it feels,

When all the meals

Are served and you’ve counted the mail appeals.

And the Santa Claus you’ve lined up

Is the Corps Sergeant Major’s son.

So if the mails not answered,

The stats aren’t coming in,

The phones are always busy

And the filing is a sin.

You’ll find it true at T.H.Q.

Or anywhere else that you travel too,

Though you’re dinner isn’t ready,

You’re lucky to be at home!