This is an anti-war, anti-apathy, protest message, masquerading as a traditional seasonal "Home for the Holidays" tune.
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I read a story about American military casualties being flown into Dover Airforce base, under the cover of darkness, to avoid any "unnescesary negative attention"....
This song is on the surface just a standard "Coming home for Christmas" song, told from the perspective of a family man, seperated from his family, longing for the traditional Christmas he remembers, and planning a surprise return just in time to be reunited with his family on Christmas morning.
Beneath the layer of fluff (for those who choose to see it), the story is actually being told from the perspective of the ghost of a soldier who has given his up not just his Christmas, but his Life in the service of his country, and is now being denied by his "grateful nation" the acknowledgement and honor of a fallen hero, by many of us who would prefer to devalue and ignore the sacrifices and sufferings of others, rather than having our own "reality" be in any way inconvenienced or challenged by such "unpleasantries"
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Christmas in America:
Well I said that I'd give everything,
and I guess that's what I did
To be home for the holidays,
with you dear, and the kids.
At Christmas time America,
is where I'm gonna be.
I'm flying into Dover,
after midnight,
Christmas Eve.
The kids are tucked into their beds.
Their gifts beneath the tree.
Their Daddy's in a foreign land,
to fight for liberty.
It's kind of hard to understand,
and things ain't what they seem:
I'm flying into Dover,
after midnight,
Christmas Eve.
And Home:
Home is where I long to be.
With you,
Lighting up a christmas tree.
The transports have no elves onboard.
Nor reindeer's nose to see,
but like Santa's sleigh,
upon the rooves;
they touch down stealthily.
They say that Christmas in America,
ain't what it used to be.
I'm flying into Dover,
after midnight,
Christmas Eve.
And home...
Home, is where I long to be.
With you...
lighting up your christmas tree.
So have yourself a merry one!
...and pay no mind to me.
It's easy to forget about,
the things you cannot see.
But Christmas in America,
ain't what it used to be:
I'm flying into Dover,
after midnight,
Christmas Eve.
I'm flying into Dover,
after midnight,
Christmas Eve.
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