A Soldier's Christmas

 

Twas the Night Before Christmas
and All is Secure



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,

 AND ON THE WALL PICTURES

 OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.



WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,

 AWARD OF ALL KINDS,

 A SOBERING THOUGHT

 CAME TO MY MIND.



 FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT

SO DARK AND SO DREARY,

 THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,

NOW 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 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 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 SOON 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 EVENING'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."



 This poem has been slightly altered over the years. 
The original poem was written by a Marine named Cpl Schmidt .
The following is his request. It seems pretty reasonable:

"Please, would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as
many people as  you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is
due to our U.S. servicemen and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities."

 Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe.
Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead who sacrificed
themselves for us. Please, do your small part to plant this small seed.

Send this to your friends.  They will love it!

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