A
Soldiers Poem
Twas the night before Christmas, He lived all
alone, in a one room 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 the 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 trough 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
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 solders 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 County, my Corp.”
The soldier rolled over and drifted to
sleep, I couldn’t 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, its 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.”
Recopied by: Randall Meredith A Troop 3/17 Air
Cav.
“We were
Soldiers too”
Jesus is the reason for this Season
In all the hustle and bustle of the Christmas season, we all too often forget the
real reason for this season.
Jesus
With out JESUS,
There would be no shopping days,
No bright lights on houses and streets,
and Christmas trees.
No Christmas
cookies,
Or piles of gifts,
And most of all no close friends like you
and you’re Family to share the Holidays with;
If Jesus had not been born!
Author Randall Meredith
