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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 house 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 of 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 around the world, the children would play.

And grownups 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 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 began 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 and all 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 Marine. Whose only wish is that you support our troops this Christmas season. Weather they are overseas or right next door. Keep them in your prayers always. -Lia