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On A Cold Christmas Eve:
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 in 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 around the world, the children would play,
And grownups 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."
A Marine stationed in Okinawa Japan wrote this poem.
The following is his request. I think it is
reasonable...
PLEASE.
Send this to as many folks 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.
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