A Christmas Poem For Those In Service

PINE-STRAWBERRY

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On the eve of war and of Christmas, I'm using this poem as my column this week, to remind all of us not only the meaning of Christmas, but also of freedom. This poem was written by a peace-keeping soldier stationed overseas.

It's Christmas Day, all is secure

'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 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 somber 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 disorder, not how I pictured, a peacekeeping 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 grown-ups 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, and 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."

Thank you to those serving today and those who served in the past. I wish you a Merry Christmas and Peace on Earth.

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