Think at Christmas

[mk1super]

T'was the night before Christmas, he lived all alone

in a one-bedroomed 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 the 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'd 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-bedroomed home

 

his face was so gentle, the room in such disorder

not how I pictured a lone British soldier.

Was this the hero of whom I'd just read

curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed?

 

I realised the families that I'd seen this night

owed their lives to these soldiers who were willing to fight

soon around the world the children would play

and grown-ups would celebrate a bright Christmas day

 

They all enjoy freedom each month of the year

because of the soldiers, like the one lying here

I couldn't help wonder how many more were 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 sat and shivered from the cold nights chill

I didn't want to leave on that cold dark night

this guardian of honour 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'

 

This poem was written by a peace keeping soldier stationed overseas. The following is his request:

 

Please would you do me the kind favour of sending this to as many people as you can. Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our British service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities.

 

Got this off my mate he is a marine. Forward it on if you want to.

[NHR115]

That poem certainly tugs on the old heart strings.

[louie bagel]

thats good

[c1arke]

the lads and gals don't get enuf credit we all owe our lives to them

 

hears to the British army

[Kieran]

[Vista]

the lads and gals don't get enuf credit we all owe our lives to them

 

hears to the British army

 

Well said

 

And to the Air force and Royal Navy, plenty of them away from their loved ones at Christmas too

[BaileyMex]

Here Here

[Mrs O/H/C]

[ilovegrannys]

We do get over looked alot. The thanks is much appriciated

[wolf666]

we owe a lot to soldiers past and present

[Vista]

we owe a lot to soldiers past and present

 

Credit for your recognition but the truth is we all owe plenty to soldiers, sailors, airmen and marines past and present.

 

Oh in the unlikely event there are any politicians reading this..................

 

 

Honour the covenant, you bunch of work shy retards, where have all the military hospitals and after combat care facilitties gone??

 

[lainey]