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Pics and Poems : Prelude To Christmas Poem
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From: MSN NicknameDottiemaye  (Original Message)Sent: 12/13/2002 1:21 AM
 
PRELUDE TO 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 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'd found the home of a soldier,
One I could see quite 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 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 soldier,
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 didn't want to leave
On that cold, dark, night,
This guardian of honor
So willing to fight.
Then the soldier rolled over,
And 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."

~Written by an Unknown Marine in Okinawa~


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