• Peace and Joy

    Posted on December 17, 2016 by in Blog

     

    For all those who efforts reflect a widening world of PEACE:

    T’was 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,
    and on the wall hung pictures of faraway lands.

    With medals and badges, awards of all kinds,
    a sobering thought had come through my mind.
    For ‘though this was a house, different 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 true American 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 on 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 ‘lone
    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 our 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 down from the cold winter’s chill.

    I did not want to leave on that cold and dark night,
    this guardian of honor, so willing to fight.
    Then the soldier rolled over with a voice soft and pure:
    “Carry on, Santa.  It’s Christmas!  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 a peacekeeping soldier stationed overseas

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