This Christmas Eve
On this Christmas Eve, I wish a Merry Christmas to our troops around the world. Thank you for your service and sacrifice.
in a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone.
and to see just who in this little house lived.
No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands.
A sobering thought came through my mind.
The home of a soldier, I could now see clearly.
Curled up on the floor in this one bedroom home.
Not how I picture a United States Soldier.
Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed?
owed their lives to these soldiers who were willing to fight.
and grownups would celebrate a bright Christmas day.
because of the soldiers, like the one lying here.
on a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from home.
I dropped to one knee and started to cry.
"Santa don't cry, for this life is my choice".
My life is my God, my country, my corps."
I couldn't control it, I continued to weep.
as we both shivered from the cold night's chill.
this guardian of honor, so willing to fight.
whispered, "Carry on Santa...., It's Christmas Day...., All is secure.
Merry Christmas my friend.... and to all a Good Night.
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