During this time of the year please remember those who are in harms way
fighting for freedom, and as you and your family gather, raise a glass and
offer your prayers for the soldiers and their families.
A soldiers X-mas
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 dwelling did live,
I looked all around a strange sight to see,
No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree,
No stocking on the mantel, just boots filled with sand,
On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands,
Medals and badges, awards of every kind,
A sobering thought came alive in my mind.
This house was different, it was dark, and it was dreary,
I had found the home of a soldier; I could see that most clearly,
The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor in this one bedroom home,
His face was so gentle, the room in such disorder,
Not at all how I pictured a Canadian soldier,
Was this the hero of whom I'd just read?
Curled up on a poncho, a floor for a bed,
Then I realized the other families that I saw on this night,
Owed their lives to soldiers, who were willing to fight,
In the morning 'round the world, children would play,
Grownups would celebrate, a bright Christmas day,
But, they all enjoyed Freedom each month of the year,
Because of soldiers like the one lying here.
I couldn’t help but wonder how many lay alone,
on a cold Christmas Eve in lands far from home.
The very thought brought a tear to my eye,
and I dropped to my knees, I started to cry.
The soldier awakened, I heard his 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, and my Country. I don’t ask for more"
The soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep,
I couldn’t control it, and I continued to weep,
I kept watch for hours, so silent, so still,
As both of us shivered from the cold nights chill,
I didn’t want to leave him on that cold dark night,
This Guardian of Honor so willing to fight.
The soldier rolled over, with a voice soft and pure,
He 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, may God bless you this night.
Lest we forget those who lay everything on the line everyday of their lives…..
fighting for freedom, and as you and your family gather, raise a glass and
offer your prayers for the soldiers and their families.
A soldiers X-mas
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 dwelling did live,
I looked all around a strange sight to see,
No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree,
No stocking on the mantel, just boots filled with sand,
On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands,
Medals and badges, awards of every kind,
A sobering thought came alive in my mind.
This house was different, it was dark, and it was dreary,
I had found the home of a soldier; I could see that most clearly,
The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor in this one bedroom home,
His face was so gentle, the room in such disorder,
Not at all how I pictured a Canadian soldier,
Was this the hero of whom I'd just read?
Curled up on a poncho, a floor for a bed,
Then I realized the other families that I saw on this night,
Owed their lives to soldiers, who were willing to fight,
In the morning 'round the world, children would play,
Grownups would celebrate, a bright Christmas day,
But, they all enjoyed Freedom each month of the year,
Because of soldiers like the one lying here.
I couldn’t help but wonder how many lay alone,
on a cold Christmas Eve in lands far from home.
The very thought brought a tear to my eye,
and I dropped to my knees, I started to cry.
The soldier awakened, I heard his 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, and my Country. I don’t ask for more"
The soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep,
I couldn’t control it, and I continued to weep,
I kept watch for hours, so silent, so still,
As both of us shivered from the cold nights chill,
I didn’t want to leave him on that cold dark night,
This Guardian of Honor so willing to fight.
The soldier rolled over, with a voice soft and pure,
He 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, may God bless you this night.
Lest we forget those who lay everything on the line everyday of their lives…..
