jaybs02
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This was sent to me and I thought I would share...
DIFFERENT CHRISTMAS POEM:
It was the night before Christmas, all through the house; not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in the hope that St. Nick would soon be there.
The embers glowed softly in the fireplace with ease, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and was pleasantly pleased.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, Angelically they 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.
Suddenly I heard a sound that wasn't too near, I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear, Then I heard the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow, My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear more.
I crept to the door just to see who was near, There stood a soldier in full military gear.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, his face weary and tight.
I puzzled, as I looked amazed, a young man about twenty years old returned my gaze.
Perhaps Army or Marine I was not quite sure, Yet for some reason I could tell his heart was pure.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled, Standing watch over me, 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 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 this of me, I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at 'Pearl on 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 To carry the arms.
I've not seen my own son in a while, But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and 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, the sleet and the snow, I can sleep in a foxhole better than before.
I can carry the weight of killing another, Or lay down my life with my sisters and brothers..
We 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, I asked, at the least, something of comfort to help the time past.
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.'
A :christmas: to all the fine men and women who help to keeps us safe.
"J"
DIFFERENT CHRISTMAS POEM:
It was the night before Christmas, all through the house; not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in the hope that St. Nick would soon be there.
The embers glowed softly in the fireplace with ease, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and was pleasantly pleased.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, Angelically they 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.
Suddenly I heard a sound that wasn't too near, I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear, Then I heard the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow, My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear more.
I crept to the door just to see who was near, There stood a soldier in full military gear.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, his face weary and tight.
I puzzled, as I looked amazed, a young man about twenty years old returned my gaze.
Perhaps Army or Marine I was not quite sure, Yet for some reason I could tell his heart was pure.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled, Standing watch over me, 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 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 this of me, I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at 'Pearl on 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 To carry the arms.
I've not seen my own son in a while, But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and 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, the sleet and the snow, I can sleep in a foxhole better than before.
I can carry the weight of killing another, Or lay down my life with my sisters and brothers..
We 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, I asked, at the least, something of comfort to help the time past.
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.'
A :christmas: to all the fine men and women who help to keeps us safe.
"J"
