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posted November 20, 2000 07:24 PM |
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This is great and I send it out every year before the Christmas Rush. You may have read it but read it again.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 the 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 round 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." 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 nights chill. I didn't want to leave on that cold, dark, night,this guardian of honor so willing to fight. The solider 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.
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