When you return home
Tell them of us
For your tomorrow
We gave our today.
Lest we forget.
T'was the Night Before Xmas
T'was 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 Stockings by mantle, just
boots filled with sand,
On the wall hung pictures of far and 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,
Now how I picture a United States Soldier.
Was this 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 wondering
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 one knee 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.
Adopted from a similar poem: Anonymous
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