a cute poem dedicated to military soldiers...  

PurexSeduction 35F
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12/8/2005 6:25 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

a cute poem dedicated to military soldiers...


T’was 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 did I 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 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 grownups 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 nights 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

Its 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

rm_bmurf80 38M

12/8/2005 10:07 pm

that is mighty sweet of you gitl. not to sound entirely like a wuss, but i cried the first time i read that poem a few years back. doing that whole thing and being overseas (although we had it pretty swank), has really put things into prospective. such as........i love nekid bitches! hey, can't always be serious. merry christmas Joe--wherever you be. i sip deep my egg-nog, and stare at the tree.


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