Forum Archives => Alehouse Archive: 2002 => Topic started by: TinkTheBodiceGoddess on Dec 11, 02, 01:41:33 pm CST

Title: A Soldiers Holiday Poem/Wish
Post by: TinkTheBodiceGoddess on Dec 11, 02, 01:41:33 pm CST
'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
 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."

 This poem was written by a Marine stationed in Okinawa, Japan.
 The following is his request. I think it is 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.service men 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.
Title: A Soldiers Holiday Poem/Wish
Post by: biker on Dec 11, 02, 07:30:19 pm CST
thanks for reposting this tink.

Ive seen this written from the point of view of a soldier, a sailor and a marine.

but thanks dear heart.
Title: A Soldiers Holiday Poem/Wish
Post by: Gardo on Dec 12, 02, 07:15:49 am CST
I must admit its one of my favorite poems and it makes me all faclempt.... I look foward to this poem every year.

Thanks Tink

"There are those that serve, so that others may live"
Title: A Soldiers Holiday Poem/Wish
Post by: TinkTheBodiceGoddess on Dec 12, 02, 08:41:26 am CST
You're welcome guys.

I love our military and I think people need to acknowledge the men and women in it that sacrifice so much to protect our freedom.

So HEY PEOPLE!!!!!!! Thank your service men and women:

Cut and paste that into your browsers and send a letter to one of them.