Tuesday, November 15, 2005

A Soldier's Christmas Poem

I stumbled on this poem in my search to find something for my school to do for our troops. I got all choked up, see for yourself:

A Soldier's Christmas Poem

'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 & badges,
Awards of all kinds,
A sober thought
Came through my mind.

For this house was different,
It was dark & 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,
Now how I pictured
A United States Soldier.

Was this the heao of whom I'd just read?
Curled up on a pancho,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,
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
The 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."

CPL BIBONA ANDREW J

6 Comments:

At 4:28 PM , Blogger Unknown said...

Thanks TT - I'm about crying in my Fed Tax class right now after reading that.

 
At 6:29 PM , Blogger Teacher Tori said...

I know, I'm such a sucker for stuff like this

 
At 10:37 PM , Blogger Unknown said...

How did you find the GOP.com newsfeed? How can I do the same to my blog?

 
At 8:52 AM , Blogger Teacher Tori said...

american idiot, uh, ewwwwww

 
At 10:31 AM , Blogger Teacher Tori said...

why would that make us tear up with pride? I don't get it and its simply not funny

 
At 10:32 AM , Blogger Teacher Tori said...

p.s- I have no problem with gay people, they can do whatever they want for all I care

 

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