Twas the night before Christmas, He lived all alone, I had come down the chimney with presents to give, I looked all about, a strange sight I did see, No stocking by mantle, just boots filled with sand, With medals and badges, awards of all kinds, For this house was different, it was dark and dreary, The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone, The face was so gentle, the room in such disorder, Was this the hero of whom I'd just read? I realized the families that I saw this night, Soon round the world, the children would play, They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year, I couldn't help wonder how many lay alone, The very thought brought a tear to my eye, The soldier awakened and I heard a rough voice, The soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep, I kept watch for hours, so silent and still, I didn't want to leave on that cold, dark, night, Then the soldier rolled over, with a voice soft and pure, One look at my watch, and I knew he was right. |
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. MERRY CHRISTMAS ! |