Twas the night before Christmas
I had come down the chimney
I looked all about,
No stocking by the mantle,
With medals and badges,
For this house was different,
The soldier lay sleeping,
The face was so gentle,
Was this the hero
I realized the families
Soon round the world,
They all enjoyed freedom
I couldn't help wonder
The very thought
The soldier awakened
I fight for freedom,
The soldier rolled over
I kept watch for hours,
I didn't want to leave
The the soldier rolled over,
One look at my watch, This poem was written by a Marine stationed in Okinawa, Japan. The following is his request: "PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S. service men and women, for our being able to celebrate these festivities." Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please do your small part....Pass this on. |