Merry Christmas to our Soldiers.. > 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 DISORDER, > NOT HOW I PICTURED, > A TRUE BRITISH SOLDIER. > > WAS THIS THE HERO, > OF WHOM ID JUST READ? > CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, > THE FLOOR FOR A BED? > > I REALISED 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 GROWN-UPS 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 COULDNT 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 DONT CRY, > THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE; > > I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM, > I DONT ASK FOR MORE, > MY LIFE IS MY GOD, > MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS. > > THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER, > AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP, > I COULDNT CONTROL IT, > I CONTINUED TO WEEP. > > I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS, > SO SILENT AND STILL, > AND WE BOTH SHIVERED, > FROM THE COLD NIGHTS CHILL. > > I DID NOT WANT TO LEAVE, > ON THAT COLD, DARK NIGHT, > THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOUR, > SO WILLING TO FIGHT. > > THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER, > WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE, > WHISPERED CARRY ON SANTA, > ITS 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 Peacekeeping soldier > stationed overseas.
Posted on: Thu, 25 Dec 2014 02:07:47 +0000
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