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    May 2002

    Thumbs up (For the troops) T'was the night before Christmas...

    Thanks to all that serve.

    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 mantle,
    just boots filled with sand,
    and on the wall hung pictures
    of far distant lands.

    With medals and badges,
    awards 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 freedom 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 his 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."

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    Enjoy the show VIP Member Ron P's Avatar
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    Feb 2001
    The Joisey Shore
    Fantastic. I got chills.

    How easy it is to forget about those who place their lives on the line to protect us from harm.

    God bless them and remember them during the holidays and every day.

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