Got Your Advent Calander Yet? Poem by Terry Donovan

No advent calendar for us,
To have a daily peep,
To know the day was coming,
When we'd waken from our sleep
And the waiting would be over
And the very day had come
To see and what he had brought us,
What we had from dad and mum.

Instead, we had a window
Which was colourless and plain
And every day we'd open it
And peer along the lane.
And we wouldn't look for snowmen
Or for Santa with a sleigh
We'd look for signs of daddy
Coming home for Christmas day.

And we left the decorations
And the baubles in the box
While we looked at daddy's photographs
And mummy darned his socks.
There was no such thing as Christmas,
All we thought about was war.
We looked out that little window.
Mummy listened for the door.