A Different Christmas Poem ( Archived) (12)

A Different Christmas Poem

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and
I cherished the sight.

My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in
rest.

Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter
delight.

The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed the magic that was
Christmas Eve.

My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love
I would sleep.

In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I
started to dream.

The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eyes when it
tickled my ear.

Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps
outside in the snow.

My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door just to
see who was near.

Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his
face weary and tight.

A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, Perhaps a Marine, huddled here
in the cold.

Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled, Standing watch over me, and my
wife and my child.

"What are you doing?" I asked without fear, "Come in this moment, it's
freezing out here!

Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve, You should be at home
on a cold Christmas Eve!"

For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift, Away from the cold and the snow
blown in drifts..

To the window that danced with a warm fire's light.

Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right, I'm out here by choice. I'm
here every night."

"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line, that separates you from the
darkest of times."

"No one had to ask or beg or implore me,

I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.

My Gramps died at 'Pearlon a day in December,"

Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."

"My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam', And now it is my turn and
so, here I am.

I've not seen my own son in more than a while, But my wife sends me pictures
he's sure got her smile."

Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag, The red, white, and blue.
.. an American flag.

I can live through the cold and the being alone, Away from my family, my
house and my home.

I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet, I can sleep in a
foxhole with little to eat.

I can carry the weight of killing another, Or lay down my life with my
sister and brother..

Who stand at the front against any and all, To ensure for all time that this
flag will not fall."

"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright, Your family is waiting and
I'll be all right."

"But isn't there something I can do, at the least, give you money," I asked,
"or prepare you a feast?

It seems all too little for all that you've done, For being away from your
wife and your son."

Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret, "Just tell us you love us,
and never forget.

To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone, To stand your own
watch, no matter how long.

For when we come home, either standing or dead, To know you remember we
fought and we bled.

Is payment enough, and with that we will trust, That we mattered to you as
you mattered to us."

That was really beautiful! Thank you for sharing that with us!

:hugs:

Beautiful....Thank You for this one.

that was very special Burt thanks

That was so pretty it gave me goosebumps, thank you I loved it.

Really nice. Thanks for sharing.

Iweally like it...thanx.

That was too good to crack on dude.
Maybe tonight I'll bust out the silly ones.

Good Show!

Great poem thanks. I need that