The turkey’s all been eaten
The Xmas pud is done
The paper hats are wilting
Beneath the Afghan sun
The carols have resounded
Xmas wishes were exchanged
The posts are all alert now,
the targets have been ranged
One brief hour of normality
to brighten up the soul
but now the time has come for them
to get back on patrol
the thoughts of loved ones far away
the pain of being apart
does not distract them from their task
despite the lonely heart
The body armour’s fastened
The Mastiffs start to roll
for Xmas day is over
Once more they’re on patrol
