We wipe the windows clean and hang the extra panes against the winter's cold.       The young men fight.       We shovel snow and curse stalled cars.       A native village burns.       We hurry to mail early and about peace on earth good will.       The bombers fly and fall.       We buy a tree to decorate and wonder what to give.       A medic tends a small child's wound.       The homes are full of people warm, content, relaxed.       The sniper in the jungle aims.       The colored light blink on and off.       The his is won.       The brave lay dead.