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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"
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