Christmas message for the Soldier

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  1. chex3009

    chex3009 Regular Member

    Oct 13, 2010
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    It'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 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 disorder,

    Not how I pictured, a true Soldier.

    Was this the hero, of whom I'd just read?

    Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed?

    I realised 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 did not 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."
    Last edited: Jan 2, 2011

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