OldTroubador's blog post - Twas the Night Before Christmas

Monday, December 21, 2015, 1:38:59 AM
'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 Christmas season, please give a thought to all those in distant lands, those who stand at the ready.
To those that answered the call in years past.
And to those families who now have an empty place at the dinner table.

Army
Air Force
Marines
Navy
Coast Guard
Merchant Marines
National Guard
Reserves of all branches

Thank you to all that have served.
Merry Christmas
God bless.

Comments

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flitterbee on 21-Dec-15 2:20:31
lovey words Tux, we all owe a lot to those who serve for what we have today ...from every part of this wide wide world.

Merry Christmas and a Jolly New Year to you too ;) xxx

tight_wet_lips on 21-Dec-15 4:42:45
No matter how many years go by, this poem still gets to me.

TexAngel on 21-Dec-15 5:37:18
I love this poem.

MissLizzie on 22-Dec-15 0:03:39
Very moving poem <3