'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
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;
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.
* and soldiers
world wide
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