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    The Night Before Christmas

    T'was 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 the 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 Canadian 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 peace keeping soldier stationed overseas.

    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
    Canadian 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.

    On a personal note, I wanted to also dedicate this to all NATO troops from then, now, and forever.

    Thanks to you who are doing your duty so that we may live in peace!

    I'm the guy you don't want to be around when your doing something wrong, but you can't wait for me to get there when your down, to fix you up...

    If you don't stand behind our troops, feel free to stand in front of them.

  • #2
    Wow, a power poem if there ever was one. Tells quite a story, simply, yet strongly. Well done by the writer. Thanks for the posting.


    • #3
      Thanks JB that poem has alot of meaning ...... forget about the politics and think about those who are away from home at Xmas and think of the sacrifices they are giving for us and for our country no matter which country they are fighting with (not against).
      "Keep your friends close and your enemies even closer" Sun Tzu


      • #4
        That was a great read. I have that one, however insert American soldier where it read Canadian. Regardless of what countries troops is in that poem, it is heart-warming nonetheless.

        Be Safe,

        " We are determined that before the sun sets on this terrible struggle, our flag will be recognized throughout the world as a symbol of freedom on one hand and of overwhelming force on the other" - General George C. Marshall