Something
to Think About...
'Twas
the night before Christmas.
He
lived all alone.
In
a one bedroom house made of
Plaster
and stone.
I
had come down 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 that 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."
Would
you please do me the favor of sending this site to as many people as you
can?
Christmas
will be coming soon, and some credit is due to our U.S. Servicemen and
women for our being able to celebrate these festivies.
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.
A
Special Child
Snowflakes
softly falling
Upon
your window play,
Your
blankets snug around you,
into
sleep you drift away.
I
bend to gently kiss you,
when
I see upon the floor
There's
a letter, neatly written;
I
wonder who it's for.
I
quietly unfold it, making
sure
you're still asleep,
It's
a Christmas list for Santa~
one
my heart will always keep.
It
started just as always
with
the toys seen on T.V.
A
new watch for your father
and
a winter coat for me.
But
as my eyes read on
I
could see deep inside
There
were many things you wished for
that
your loving heart would hide.
You
asked if your friend Molly
could
have another Dad;
It
seems her father hits her
and
it makes you very sad.
Then
you asked dear Santa
If
the neighbors down the street
Could
find a job, that he might have some food,
and
clothes and heat.
You
saw a family on the news
whose
house had blown away;
Dear
Santa, send them just one thing;
a
place where they can stay.
And
Santa, those four cookies that
I
left your for a treat,
Could
you take them to the children
who
have nothing else to eat?
Do
you know the little bear I have~
the
one I love so dear?
I'm
leaving it for you
to
take to Africa this year.
And
as you fly your reindeer
on
this night of Jesus' birth,
Could
your magic bring to everyone
goodwill
and peace on earth?
There's
one last thing before you go~
so
grateful I would be~
If
you'd smile at Baby Jesus
in
the manger by our tree.
I
pulled the letter close to me;
I
felt it melt my heart.
Those
tiny hands had written
what
no other could impart.
And
a little child shall lead them,
was
whispered in my ear
As
I watched you sleep
on
Christmas Eve while Santa Claus was here.
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