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'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."
Author Unknown

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