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A Soldiers Christmas
‘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 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 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,
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 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."

A US Marine stationed in Okinawa, Japan wrote this poem.

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**I would like to interject here if I may.  Though I never saw combat, was personally never stationed in a combat zone, nor was I ever in immediate danger, I was still a Soldier in our US Air Force.  I was still offering of myself to serve my country and all they had to do was say the word, I was there. My family was never all that close.  The holidays were something that were more dreaded than treasured.  I couldn't even say there was any one specific thing that I missed.  But my heart ached for my family when the holidays rolled around.  There was an occasional invite from a supervisor, an NCO, maybe one of the Officers would even invite a few of us over.  We might have some fun, some good company, and a lot of great food..... but my heart ached for family.  It doesn't matter where your soldier is or what branch of the military ther are serving in, they miss you, especially during the holidays.  They need you, especialy during the holidays.  Call them, write to them, send a video, take pictures of the family events, send them to your soldier as soon as you can get them developed.  Make them feel a part of what they are longing for and by then have missed out on.  Or if you are reading this and don't have your own soldier, adopt one, any one.  I received care packages and cards and letters from people I didn't even know.  Those care packages were treasures.  Disguised hugs and kisses from people who didn't know me but took the time to show they cared.  It meant the world to me.  I don't know them, but I will never forget them
That's just my two cents.
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