A SOLDIER'S CHRISTMAS
With another Holiday Season upon us, and many of our heroes still in harms way, I hope that you will all visit the "support links" page, and find a way to contribute to our troops and their families. They need all the support we can give them, and they deserve every bit of it!!! Please do your part. If nothing else, please take a very quick moment out of your busy day to send one of our heroes serving overseas a postcard thanks to Xerox. It only take a few seconds, so lets flood our troops with our support this holiday season and show them how much we care! Just click the link below, and Thanks to my friend Lori for sharing this link with me!!!
Twas the night before Christmas
they 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
and a strange sight I did see
no tinsel, no presents,
not even a tree.
No stocking on the mantle
just boots filled with sand
and on the wall hung pictures
of home ... a far away land
With medals and badges
and awards of all kinds
just one sober thought
ran through my mind
This house was different
it was dark and dreary
was the home of a soldier
once I could see clearly
The soldier lay sleeping
silent and 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 United States Soldier
Was this the hero
of whom I'd just read
curled up on a poncho
the floor for a bed
I thought of the families
that I saw that night
Owed their lives to these soldiers
so willing to fight
Soon around the world
children would play
and grownups would celebrate
this bright Christmas day
They ALL enjoyed freedom
each month of the year
because of soldiers
like the one lying here
I couldn't help but wonder
how many are alone
on a cold Christmas Eve
in a land far from home
This very thought
brought a tear to my eye
I dropped to my knees
and started to cry
The soldier awakened
and I heard his rough voice
"Santa Don't Cry"
this life is MY choice
I fight for freedom
and 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
as we both shivered
from the cold nights chill
I didn't want to leave
on that cold dark night
this guardian of honor
so willing to fight
The the soldier rolled over
with a voice soft and pure
and whispered "Carry on Santa"
It's Christmas
AND ALL IS SECURE
As you slip into your comfy bed tonight, I hope the images you just saw will linger in your minds, and you will take a quick moment to say a prayer for them, and for what they are doing so you may enjoy that comfy bed of yours without a worry. May God bless them, each and every one, and if they can't make it home for Christmas, may they all make it home safely soon!!!
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Semper Fi!!!
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