A SOLDIER'S CHRISTMAS POEM
December 20, 2011Please, let us not forget the thousands of soliders who risk their lives to bless us with the freedom to celebrate the magic of Christmas. God Bless you and your families for the sacrifices you make each and every day on our behalf! XOXO
A SOLDIER'S CHRISTMAS POEM
‘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 dwelling did live.
I looked all around, a strange sight to see,
No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stockings on the mantle, just boots filled with sand,
On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands.
With medals and badges, awards of every kind,
A sobering thought came alive in my mind.
For this house was different; it was dark and dreary,
It was the home of a soldier, I could see that most clearly.
The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor in this one bedroom home.
His face was so gentle, the room in such disorder,
Not at all how I pictured a Soldier.
Was this the hero of whom I’d just read?
Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed?
Then I realized the families that I saw this night,
Owed their lives to soldiers who were willing to fight.
In the morning ’round the world, children would play,
And grown-ups would celebrate a bright Christmas day.
But they all enjoyed freedom each month of the year,
Because of the soldiers, like the one lying here.
I couldn’t help but wonder how many lay alone,
On a cold Christmas Eve in lands 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,
But I couldn’t control it, I continued to weep.
I kept watch for hours, so silent and still,
As both of us shivered from the cold night’s chill.
I didn’t want to leave him, on that cold, dark night,
This guardian of honor, so willing to fight.
Then the soldier rolled over, with a voice soft and pure,
he 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 … may God bless you this night.
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