Soldier's Chrietmas

Wether you support the war or not....

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 across my mind

For this house was different
It was dark and dreary
I found the home of a soldier
Once I could see clearly

A 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 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 these soldiers
Like the one lying here

I couldn’t help wonder
How many lay alone
One 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 in 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 knew he was right
“Merry Christmas my friend,
And to all a good night.”