[ SHOWGSD-L ] Re: Christmas poem
- From: ELG440@xxxxxxx
- To: showgsd-l@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Thu, 8 Dec 2005 22:32:09 EST
Alex Galindo sent this to me. I normally don't go for stuff like this, but
this one got to me. I hope you enjoy it, and thanks Alex for sending it to me.
'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
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
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 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 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."
Evan
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