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Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all
In a one bedroom house made of plaster &
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 the fire, just boots filled with
On the wall hung pictures of far distant

With medals and badges, awards of all kind
A sober thought came through my mind.
For this house was different, so dark and
I knew I had found the home of a soldier,
once I could see clearly.

I heard stories about them, I had to see more
So I walked down the hall and pushed open
the door.
And there he lay sleeping silent alone,
Curled up on the floor in his one bedroom

His face so gentle, his room in such disorder,
Not how I pictured a United States soldier.
Was this the hero of whom I’d just read?
Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed?

His head was clean shaven, his weathered
face tan,
I soon understood this was more than a
For I realized the families that I saw that
Owed their lives to these men who were
willing to fight.

Soon ‘round the world, the children would
And grownups would celebrate on a bright
Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom each month of the
Because of soldiers like this one lying here.

I couldn’t help wonder how many lay alone
On a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from
Just the very thought brought a tear to my
I dropped to my knees and started to cry.

The soldier awakened and I heard a rough
"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."

With that he rolled over and drifted off into
I couldn’t control it, I continued to weep.
I watched him for hours, so silent and still,
I noticed he shivered from the cold night’s

So I took off my jacket, the one made of red,
And I covered this Soldier from his toes to
his head.
And I put on his T-shirt of gray and black,
With an eagle and an Army patch
embroidered on back.

And although it barely fit me, I began to swell
with pride,
And for a shining moment, I was United
States Army deep inside.
I didn’t want to leave him on that cold dark
This guardian of honor so willing to fight.

Then the soldier rolled over, whispered with
a voice so clean and pure,
"Carry on Santa, it’s Christmas Day, all is
One look at my watch, and I knew he was
Merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good

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Thanks for posting this. I had seen it before and couldn't find it again. I'll definitely save it this time.
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