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Posted on 11/24/2001 10:21:26 PM PST by river rat

'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,
and on the wall, pictures of far distant lands.

With medals and badges, awards of all kinds,
a sobering thought came to my mind.

For this house was different, so dark and so dreary,
the home of a warrior, I could now see clearly.

The warrior 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 warrior.

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 would visit this night,
owed their lives to these warriors 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 warriors, like the one lying here.

I couldn't help wonder how many lay alone,
on a cold Christmas Eve and chilled to the bone.

The very thought brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees and started to cry.

The warrior 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 warrior rolled over and soon 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 evening's chill.

I didn't want to leave on that cold, dark night,
this guardian of honor so willing to fight.

Then the warrior 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."

(Received with Poem)
"This poem was written by a Marine stationed in Okinawa Japan.
The following is his request. I think it is reasonable.
Please, would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people as you can?
Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our US servicemen and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities.
Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe.
Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. "

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