DEAR LORD, 
My prayer 
Is going to be a different sort 
This year. Last Christmas time, 
I was just a little girl; 
This year I'm five. 
Instead of asking for 
A whole big bunch of toys 
And pretty things to wear, 
I'm going to humbly pray 
That you'll bring Daddy back to me.

You see, I didn't understand before 
that he was going far away 
To fight and stay a long, long time.
But now, I know why Mother's sad 
And why the star 
Is hanging in the window.

I'm five and understand.

And so, Dear Lord, since you 
And Santa Claus can't make my wish 
Come true this year, don't you suppose 
That you could bring my Daddy back
Before another year and have the Star 
Of Bethlehem become
The one and only star at Christmas time?  
Amen.