Copyright 1996 - Susie Whiting
In a little town in Europe
Lay a world at war, no peace in store
There was no hope in view.
In a war-torn cottage she lived alone.
Death and grief lay all around.
Her home stood amid the rubble
of a devastated town.
Within her walls two soldiers sat.
Their guns lay by their side.
Nervously they waited.
They were the Allied side.
A table was set before them.
She'd share her meager meal.
It was Christmas Eve. She knew Christ's love
and this would be His will.
A knock, a pound came at her door.
The two men jumped up in fear.
She raised her hand and bid them calm.
They would not find trouble here.
As she unlatched her door, two Nazi's stood,
stern but very young.
She bid them enter her humble home.
Would they please lay down their gun?
For it was Christmas Eve and for this night
Christ was commander here.
The world at war was left outside her door.
The four men met and felt no fear.
It was Christmas Eve as four young men
sat their differences aside.
They shared a meal blessed by God's will
and each felt peace that night.
They slept the four, upon her floor
and as the morn brought Christmas light,
shook hands and bid a sad farewell
they were friends not foe in fight.
"Twas Christmas Eve not so long ago
that the spirit of Christ reigned true.
God grand us all the peace that lived
in that cottage in '42.