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« on: 15 December 2011, 05:17 PM » |
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non of the below is actually my work, however i found this quite touching and thought i would share it
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 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 and alone
curled up on the floor, in this one bedroom home.
the face was so gentle, the room in disorder,
this is not how i pictured, a true 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 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 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,
it said Santa don't cry, this life is my choice;
for i fight for freedom, i don't ask for more
my life is my god, my country, my corp
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 did not 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
he 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...
when your with your families on Christmas day, spare a thought for people who defend our right to do just that who perhaps cant be with their families this Christmas.
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