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Christmas Poem

Twas the night before Christmas
He lived all  alone
in a one bedroom house made of
plaster and stone.

I had  come down the chimney
with presents to give,
and to see just who
in  this home did live.

I looked all about,
a strange sight I did see,
no tinsel, no presents,
not even a tree.

No stocking by mantle,
just boots filled with sand,
on the wall hung pictures
of far  distant lands.

With medals and badges,
awards of all kinds,
a  sober thought
came through my mind.

For this house was different,
it was dark and dreary,
I found the home of a soldier,
once I could  see clearly.

The soldier lay sleeping,
silent, alone,
curled up  on the floor
in this one bedroom home.

The face was so gentle,
the room is such disorder,
not how I pictured
a United States  soldier.

Was this the hero
of whom I 'd just read?
Curled up on  a poncho,
the floor for a bed?

I realized the families
that I  saw this night,
owed their lives to these soldiers
who were willing to  fight.

Soon round the world,
the children would play,
and  grown-ups would celebrate
a bright Christmas day.

They all enjoyed  freedom
each month of the year,
because of the soldiers,
like the  one lying here.

I couldn't help wonder
how many lay alone,
on a  cold Christmas eve
in a land far from home.

The very thought
brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees
and started to cry.

The soldier awakened
and I heard a rough voice,
"Santa don't  cry,
this life is my choice;

I fight for freedom,
I don't ask  for more,
My life is my God,
my country, my Corps."

The soldier  rolled over
and drifted to sleep,
I couldn't control it
I continued  to weep.

I kept watch for hours,
so silent and still
and we both  shivered
from the cold night's chill.

I didn't want to leave
on  that cold, dark night,
this guardian of honor
so willing to fight.

Then the soldier rolled over,
with a voice soft and pure,
whispered, "Carry on Santa,
It's Christmas day, all is secure."

One look at my watch,
and I knew he was right.
"Merry Christmas  my friend
and to all a good night."


This poem was written by a  Marine stationed in Okinawa, Japan.
The following is his request. I think it  is reasonable..............

PLEASE, Would you do me the kind favor of  sending this to as many
people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and  some credit is due to
our U.S. service men and women for our being able to  celebrate these
festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny  bit of what we owe.
Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and  dead, who sacrificed
themselves for us. Please, do your small part to plant  this small seed.

"God Bless Our Troops"