LIFE

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 house of a soldier,
Once I could see clearly.

The soldier lay sleeping,
Silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor
In his one bedroom home.

The face was so gentle,
The room in disorder,
Not how I pictured
A true British soldier.

Was this the hero
Of whom I'd just read?
Curled up on a poncho.
The floor for a bed?

I realised 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 asleep,
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 did not 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 Peacekeeping soldier stationed overseas. The following is his request. I think it is reasonable

PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favour of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to all of the 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.

Yours

kitten xx

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