Dear #TruckersNation, its #ChristmasEve. We hope that you are safe, dry, warm and happy, wherever you are. Know that you are appreciated by the good people and that good deeds dont go unnoticed. Stay true to yourself, all the best!!! Truckers Christmas Poem Twas the night before Christmas. He drove all alone. In a freightliner condo made of steel and cargo. I had come down highway With foot to the floor, And to see just who, was behind that door. I looked all about, A strange sight I did see. No kids, No wife, Not even a family. No wreath on grill, Just a man with a smile, I read on the truck, we go the extra mile. With lights of color, Wheels spinning round, I thought to myself, He must be city bound. For this truck was different, It was dark and dreary, I found the home of a trucker, Once I could see clearly. The driver sat driving, Silent, Alone, Sitting up on the seat In this one bedroom dome. The face was so gentle, The truck looked a new, Not how I pictured A professional driver, who knew. Was this the hero of whom id just read? Who saved a small child, From being dead? I realized the families That I saw that night. Owed their lives to these truckers Who drive by night. Soon round the country, The children would play, And grownups would celebrate A bright Christmas day. They all enjoy gifts Each month of the year, Because of the truckers, Like the one I see here. I couldnt help wonder How many drive alone, On a cold Christmas eve In a land far from home. The very thought Brought a tear to my eye, I got out my tissue And started to cry. The trucker yelled And I heard a rough voice, Hey, Dont cry, This life is my choice; I drive for the people, I dont ask for much, My life is my God, My country, My truck. The trucker rolled on to finish his job, I couldnt control it, I continued to sob. I kept thinking for hours, So silent and still And thought can he finish Does he have enough will. I didnt want to continue On that cold, dark, night, This guardian of honor So willing to drive. Then the trucker slowed down, With a voice soft and pure, Whispered, Carry on Mr, Its Christmas Day, All is ok. One look at my watch, And I knew he was right. Merry Christmas my friend, And to all a Good Night. Author---Tammy Wiggin
Posted on: Thu, 25 Dec 2014 02:00:01 +0000
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