Santa's Night Before Christmas

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  1. Joz

    Joz Senior Member

    Mar 9, 2004
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    I don't know the real title of this poem.

    T'was the night before Christmas, he lived all lone
    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 distant lands
    With medals and badges and 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 his 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 grown ups 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 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.

    by: A Marine--Okinawa, Japan
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  2. krisy

    krisy Senior Member

    Mar 30, 2004
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    This always brings tears to my eyes. A good reminder. Thanks for posting,Joz!!!

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