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Category: News - Features (Archived) Created: 12/24/2001 03:37 PM
URL(s): N/A Updated: 01/03/2002 08:02 PM
'Twas the Night Before Christmas
 

'Twas 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 just to see 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 Marine,
Once I could see clearly.

The Marine lay sleeping,
Silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor
In this one bedroom home.

The face was so gentle,
The room not so clean,
Not how I pictured
A United States Marine.

Was this the hero
Of whom I'd just read?
Curled up in a poncho,
The floor for a bed?

I realized the families
That I saw this night,
Owed their lives to these Marines,
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 Marines,
Like the one lying here.

Couldn't help but 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 Marine awakened
And I heard a rough voice,
"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."

The Marine 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 didn't want to leave
On that cold, dark night,
This guardian of honor
So willing to fight.

Then the Marine rolled over,
With a voice soft and pure,
Whispered "Carry on Santa,
It's Christmas Day, all's secure."

One look at my watch,
And I knew he was right.
Merry Christmas my friend,
And to all a good night!

-Author unknown


Dedicated not only to the Marines, but all of the servicemen and women who are now serving to protect freedom and democracy around the world. THANK YOU!

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