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A thought to share a couple of weeks BEFORE Christmas...

Art SC

New member
A DIFFERENT CHRISTMAS



The embers glowed softly and in their dim light,

I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.

My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,

My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.



Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white

Transforming the yard to a winter delight.

The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,

Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.



My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,

Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.

In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,

So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.



The sound wasn't loud and it wasn't too near,

But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.

Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,

Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.



My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,

And I crept to the door just to see who was near.

Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,

A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.



A Soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,

Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.

Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,

Standing watch over me and my wife and child.



"What are you doing?" I asked without fear.

"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!

Put down your rucksack, brush snow from your sleeve,

You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"



For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,

Away from the cold and the snow, blown in drifts.

To the window that danced with a warm fire's light.

Then he sighed and he said "It's really all right.

I'm out here by choice and I'm here every night."



"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,

That separates you from the darkest of times.

No one had to ask or beg or implore me,

I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.



My Gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December,"

Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."

My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam',

And now it is my turn and so, here I am.



"I've not seen my own son in more than a while,

But my wife sends pictures; he's sure got her smile."

Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,

Something red, white, and blue...an American flag. :usaflag:



"I can live through the cold and the being alone,

Away from my family, my house and my home.

I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,

I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.



I can carry the weight of killing another,

Or lay down my life with a sister or brother.

Who stand at the front against any and all,

To ensure for all time that THIS flag will not fall."



"
 
"Be It Ever-so-Humble", theres no place "HOME"(America!). I could'nt finish this piece without a tear in my eyes. A 'Thankyou' just does'nt seem reward enough for such a sacrafice. Hail to the soldier and the Freedom He dies for.
 
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