Under the Christmas moon children sleep to awake soon to hold their Christmas in their hands. These are the ones ...blessed in our lands... There are some who will awake whose pillows were of rock and those...they will find no Christmas sock. Some in our lands will seek their holiday meal from other’s garbage cans. Feed them now before they are spent ...before this Anniversary of the Christ Child has come and went. Under the Christmas moon the fighting in the sand goes on in a distant land. There are those with weapons in their hands fighting in the bloody sands under the Christmas moon. God...let it end soon Do not let Christmas morning find their bodies lifeless and spent. God...Let it end before another Anniversary of the Christ Child's birth has come and went...