Show 1 Peter stood alone for a long time watching th star searched like a madman through the ruins of that lire-swept as Clark City began he had drifted in a daze to roam up and down the earth a a But always he remembered dear little sister In 40 years her memory always came back stronger than ever on Christmas for it was then that they used to climb Lookout Hill hand-In-hand at watching the evening star rise In the was why he was back this Christmas dusk he trudging along Clark City's busy Christmas crowds jostled for he was a hapless wanderer with no place to No place to Soon he found his way to the old residential district where Lookout Hill rose like a same old he told If you were only here now to see your big No thank God you're not for your big brother Is ashamed of At the crest Peter alone for a long watching the star appear as it had since that first night over He didn't notice the old lady until she that isn't Peter fumbled with his grease-stained it Especially from Lookout years she almost in a little brother and I used to watch that star rise In the heavens each Christmas wiped a tear were separated somehow during the big He was they found out Christmas Eve ever since I've come back Just to remember I hope he's happy up there in t Peter was staring at fairly ready to for It was No doubt about He recognized the tilt of her unchanged by the the familiar ring of a voice that somehow had to grow But he held himself for Peter was ashamed of She didn't notice him shuffle off after for Linda was still watching the In the freight yards he found an empty boxcar and bedded down under some straw in a After a while he felt the car and somehow he was it was he sobbed to I Just couldn't tell Thank God she's alive and And Thank God she remembers me on Christmas eve as I not as I After awhile he fell by Western Newspaper |