Wishing and praying all of our Armed Forces members have a very happy and safe
holiday season and a New Year filled with peace. I received this in a card:
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 the home did live.
I looked all about, a strange sight I did see,
no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by mantel, just boots filled with sand,
and on the wall pictures of far distant lands.
With medals and badges, awards of all kinds.
a sobering thought came to my mind.
For this house was different, so dark and so dreary,
the home of a soldier, now I could see clearly.
A 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 the freedom, I don't ask for more.
My life is my God, my country, my corps."
The soldier rolled over and soon drifted to sleep.
I couldn't contorl it, I continued to weep.
I kept watch for hours, so silent and still
and we both shivered in the cold eveing 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."
Written by Lance Corpral James M. Schmidt