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The night before christmass


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T'was the night before Christmas

 

 

> T'was the night before Christmas, he lived all alone

> in a one-bedroomed 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'd 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-bedroomed home

>

> His face was so gentle, the room in such disorder

> not how I pictured a lone British soldier.

> Was this the hero of whom I'd just read

> curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed?

>

> I realised the families that I'd seen this night

> owed their lives to these soldiers who were willing to fight

> soon around the world the children would play

> and grown-ups would celebrate a bright Christmas day

>

> They all enjoy freedom each month of the year

> because of the soldiers, like the one lying here

> I couldn't help wonder how many more were 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 sat and shivered from the cold nights chill

> I didn't want to leave on that cold dark night

> this guardian of honour so willing to fight

>

> Then the soldier rolled over with a voice soft and pure

> whispered 'carry on Santa. It's Christmas day, a ll is secure'

> One look at my watch and I knew he was right

> 'Merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good night'

>

> This poem was written by a peace keeping soldier stationed overseas. The

> following is his request:

>

> Please would you do me the kind favour of sending this to as many people

> as you can. Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our

> British service men and women for our being able to celebrate thest

> festivities.

>

> Please don't mess this up and send it to as many people as you can this

> Christmas. If this is his only Christmas wish then I want to do what I

> can to grant it!!! Don't you?!?!?

>

>

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