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."



At 4:28 PM , Blogger Ranting Republican said...

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

At 6:29 PM , Blogger Tori said...

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

At 10:37 PM , Blogger arod said...

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

At 11:54 PM , Blogger American Idiot said...

that post made my loins burst with pride. my bowels almost exploded in excitement. i am such a sucker for well-intentioned bad poetry. i have stained my keyboard with the salt of my tears. i am going to try a poem.

on this christmas night
before i went sleepy
i laid down to pray
and then jerked on my peepee

but just this one time
as i stroked the old dick
but who should come by
but jolly st. nick

he said "soldier i know
you love that rifle of yours
so put away that cock
stop dreaming of whores

i've got a plan
that you're fit for just fine
it's always been an
obsession of mine

you see i love me some oil
the reindeer do too
and saddam's got a shitload
you know that that's true

so i've got an idea
yeah this is the plan
we'll invade iraq
forget afghanistan

for osama's been tough
and saddam is close by
and their skin's the same color
so they must be aligned

we'll scare all the people
'they're coming and quick'
at least that's what we'll tell
the white trash and the hicks

we'll say saddam's got weapons
we'll say he loves gays
we'll say he rapes all the women
and man HE LOVES GAYS"

i looked up at santa
confused as could be
he must have sensed this
so he counted to three

he ripped off the mask,
who was this strange man
"why it's good old W"
he said with his dick in his hand

he said "soldier i got one more
lesson for you
it's about why i need oil
and you sure do too"

with no other words
he began to reach down
then he pulled out some oil
and lubed up his brown

he said "stick that thing in here
i ain't gonna suck it
i'll spread open my butthole
you come here and fuck it"

i said "no thanks sir
that thing ain't my bag
go back to karl,
here, take your cum rag"

as he got up and left
i felt angry then it hit me
our president is just a latent homosexual with repressed rage and a terrible fear of being found out so he just acts tough to convince himself that he really can't be gay, right?

i felt better now
and my hole was still tight
so through the barracks i screamed
"merry christmas to all and to all
a good night..."

At 12:03 AM , Blogger The Anti-Liberali said...

American idiot must really know a lot about gay porn... way to do your "research"

At 8:52 AM , Blogger Tori said...

american idiot, uh, ewwwwww

At 9:47 AM , Blogger crossingguard69 said...

I guess Freud was onto something...Hey AI, are you the pitcher of catcher in your man-love relationship?

At 11:28 AM , Blogger Eddie said...

RR, I think you are crying because you are in federal tax class.

I think AI seems like the catcher type to me.

At 4:09 PM , Blogger crossingguard69 said...

supposed to be an "or" not of for everyone who likes to correct me on my spelling and grammar...by the way I agree with you Eddie

At 4:55 PM , Blogger American Idiot said...

the best you guys can do is call me gay? that's so tired. come up with something better than that guys. i spent almost 15 minutes writing that poem. i felt for sure it would make your whole family tear up with pride. and all i get are accusations of homosexuality? SO TIRED.

At 5:11 PM , Blogger Eddie said...

AI, do you prefer to take it standing up or lying down?

At 6:07 PM , Blogger crossingguard69 said...

you must have a sweet life to spend this much time online writing poems...eddie, i think he likes taking it while standing....so he can still type awkward and very less than funny poetry and still get his hourly man-sex

At 10:31 AM , Blogger 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 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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