Seasons greetings folks. A Merry Christmas and a happy New Year to one and all.
Chris and I would like to wish you all good health and fortune for the coming year and may all your travels be safe and trouble free.
And a thought for our armed forces where ever they are, may god bless them and keep them safe.
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 YOUNG BRAVE 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 service men and women for our being able to celebrate these
festivities.