Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Remember the Brave Ones Serving Their Country


I just came across this poem again, and wanted to share. I want everyone to hold our military, both veterans and those serving at the moment, in your thoughts and prayers...Not only at Christmas, but always.


'Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,

In a one bedroom house 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 had 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 nights 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, and all is secure".

One look at my watch, and I knew he was right.

"Merry Christmas, my friend, and to all a good night." '

Anonymous

5 comments:

  1. What a beautiful reminder. My nephew-in-law is in the navy, and in the middle-east right now. I will send this to my niece.

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  2. I love this poem too...and who are those cute Sailors???? oh! my son? your son??? no wonder I think they are cuties! :) Thanks for sharing. I have read this before, but LOVE it!

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  3. I love that. And I love the pic too : )

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  4. Hi Kris,
    I love this poem. I can't get over how much your son looks like you.
    Also your daughter looks very much like you, especially in this picture holding Ben. At first I thought it was you.
    Just wanted to say hi and I enjoy your blog and looking at your fabric.
    Love, Kathy John Armentrout--in case you didn't know it was me.

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  5. What a poignant poem, your sons are so brave as are all the ones serving our country. give them an extra hugs and kisses and thank yous from me.
    Hey bonbon its me Debi from the quiltsy team.

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