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>> >Subject: A New Christmas Poem
>> >
>> >
>> >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 UNITED STATES 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. 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.
>> >Subject: A New Christmas Poem
>> >
>> >
>> >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 UNITED STATES 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. 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.
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