Canon Shooter Diamond Member Jan 7, 2020 17,673 14,524 2,288 Dec 25, 2022 #4 This has long been a favorite of mine: A Soldier's Christmas The Night Before Christmas T'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 the 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, at once saw clearly. The soldier lay sleeping; silent, alone, curled up on the floor, in this one bedroom home. 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 I 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's secure." One look at my watch and I knew he was right, "Merry Christmas, brave soul, and to all a good night." Author: A peace keeping soldier stationed overseas
This has long been a favorite of mine: A Soldier's Christmas The Night Before Christmas T'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 the 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, at once saw clearly. The soldier lay sleeping; silent, alone, curled up on the floor, in this one bedroom home. 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 I 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's secure." One look at my watch and I knew he was right, "Merry Christmas, brave soul, and to all a good night." Author: A peace keeping soldier stationed overseas