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Soldiers Christmas Poem

December 23, 2011

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 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 stockings 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 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 such disorder,not how I pictured a United States 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 this night, owed their lives to these soldiers who were willing to fight. Soon round the world, the children would play, and grown ups 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 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 “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 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 didn't want to leave on that cold, dark,night,this guardian of honor so willing to fight. Then the soldier rolled over, with a voice soft and pure, 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.”


I cried. I was watery eyed

June 13, 2012 by Valeria86 (not verified), 3 years 2 weeks ago
Comment: 365

I cried. I was watery eyed from the get, but didn’t cry until the very last lines. Thank you so much for sharing this poem, but it is so sad to realize that this world is so unfair... Just imagine, we all listen to these jingles on our internet radio players and cook the dinner and laugh and share presents, and people who protected our country from the invaders are alone and forgotten!


January 6, 2012 by jewels271963 (not verified), 3 years 25 weeks ago
Comment: 292

Everytime I read this poem it makes me cry. It breaks my heart to think of all military men and women in a foreign country on Christmas Day fighting for their lives and ours at the same time, all the while missing their family and friends and just wanting to be home with them for the Holidays. And it really breaks my heart to think in reality just how many of our soldiers really do spend Christmas alone whether here or in a foreign land. Just thought I would post to this and say to every American GIVE THANKS TO EVERY SOLDIER (HERO) that you cross paths with, shake their hand, pat them on the back, just let them know that we are so very PROUD AND THANKFUL for the HERO'S that fight for our freedoms so we can sleep peaceful at night.

R.I.P. My Son, My Hero, Sgt. Buddy (Doc) Hughie 2/19/2007

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