A SOLDIER'S CHRISTMAS

'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 little house lived.
As 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 distant lands.
With
medals and badges, awards of all kinds,
A sobering thought came through my mind.
For
this house was different, it was dark and dreary,
The home of a soldier, I could now 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 picture 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 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, for 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,
as 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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