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Twas the Night before Christmas

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Tara Simms
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since 08-12-99
Posts 1285
Honea Path, SC USA


0 posted 12-28-1999 07:06 PM       View Profile for Tara Simms   Email Tara Simms   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions   Click to visit Tara Simms's Home Page   View IP for Tara Simms


'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 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
N 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 received this in an email and wanted to share it.  It said that it was written by a Marine stationed in Okinawa, Japan.  

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Echo Rhayne
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since 09-17-99
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Canyon Country, CA


1 posted 12-28-1999 07:21 PM       View Profile for Echo Rhayne   Email Echo Rhayne   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Echo Rhayne

Very touching, thank you for sharing!


 ~*~ Hell is not a place of fire and a devil with a tail and horns. But a place of torment because the light of God is gone. To escape this, accept the blood of Jesus Christ! ~*~

Denise
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2 posted 12-28-1999 08:45 PM       View Profile for Denise   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Denise

This is touching, Tara, thanks for sharing it!

 Denise


 
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