Pembo
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This poem was written by a peace keeping soldier stationed overseas. It was sent to me by a friend who's brother is in the Marines.
MESSAGE: "It's Christmas Day, All Is Secure"
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, 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 disorder,
Not how i pictured, a peacekeeping soldier.
Was this the hero, of whom Id 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."
MESSAGE: "It's Christmas Day, All Is Secure"
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, 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 disorder,
Not how i pictured, a peacekeeping soldier.
Was this the hero, of whom Id 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."
I have seen this many times and each time it brings tears to my eyes. God Bless our military men and women.
