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OT- A Christmas Poem
I found this on the web and thought I would share it with all of you.
The 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 Sign did I see, No Tinsel. No Presents. Not even a Tree. No stocking by Mantle, Just boots filled with sand. On the wall hung a picture 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 Of 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 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 Soldiers Who were willing to fight. Soon Round the World, The Children Would Play, And Grown-ups 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 I 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." Harry |
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Very moving Harry
Shirley In message , HarryB41 writes I found this on the web and thought I would share it with all of you. The 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 Sign did I see, No Tinsel. No Presents. Not even a Tree. No stocking by Mantle, Just boots filled with sand. On the wall hung a picture 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 Of 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 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 Soldiers Who were willing to fight. Soon Round the World, The Children Would Play, And Grown-ups 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 I 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." Harry -- Shirley Shone |
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OMTP!
-- Jerri www.beadbimbo.com "vj" wrote in message ... vj found this in rec.crafts.beads, from HarryB41 : ]Then the Soldier rolled over, ]With a voice soft and pure, ]Whispered "Carry on Santa, ]It's Christmas Day, All is Secure." i've always loved that poem. -- @vicki [SnuggleWench] (Books) http://www.booksnbytes.com newest creations: http://www.vickijean.com/new.html yahooID: vjean95967 ----------- Need dope? Grow your own - plant a man! |
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