Soldier's Christmas



This page is dedicated to the men and women,
all wars, and those presently in harm's way, who have risked, and so many have
given, their lives to protect the freedoms that we
now enjoy.




'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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