Christmas Poem from an Anonymous Soldier. ( Archived) (9)

This came to me snail mail. I liked it and want to share it. Please share it with another.


'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 the 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 sawthis night,
owed their lives to these soldiers who were willing to fight.
Soon round the world, the children would play,
and the 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 Chrismas 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 Chrismas 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.......


another one strikes a hole in the heart.....

Wow that is really powerful!

Thank you, I thought so too.

how did you get it?

Deep, thought provoking, and sadly, true for many that are not heard, but who suffer the wounds that never heal.


Thank you for sharing it.

.... Angel...

nevermind i get it

It came with some veterans stuff, I donate to. Kinda like the VFW's for disabled veterans.

Here we are with the joy's of the holidays upon us, once more.

Please think of those who will not be home with their loved ones, even if you don't support the war, think of the soldiers in the field.

Don