Some Deep Thoughts For Christmas

SpecOps13 · Dec 24, 2016

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 I DID 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'D FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.*
*

THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
SILENT AND ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR,
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.*
*
*
THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN DISORDER...
NOT HOW I PICTURED
A TRUE AMERICAN 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 SAW ON 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. * THEN
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 DID NOT WANT TO LEAVE,
ON THAT COLD, DARK NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
SO WILLING TO FIGHT.*
*

THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER
AND 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 Peacekeeping soldier stationed overseas.

Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to all of the service men 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.
Please, do your small part to plant this small seed.*

ga_max · Dec 24, 2016

This should not just be a Christmas thing. Whenever I'm getting my fast food fix and I see a public servant (police, fire. EMT) or members of the armed services I try to buy their lunch of give them a gift card for their next meal as a way to say thanks. I get a lot of surprised looks and I get a good feeling inside.

Have a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays,

Doug

dannymax · Dec 24, 2016

Very nice Doug! :worthy:

Jan Bee · Dec 24, 2016

SpecOps13 said:
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 I DID 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'D FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.*
*

THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
SILENT AND ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR,
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.*
*
*
THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN DISORDER...
NOT HOW I PICTURED
A TRUE AMERICAN 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 SAW ON 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. * THEN
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 DID NOT WANT TO LEAVE,
ON THAT COLD, DARK NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
SO WILLING TO FIGHT.*
*

THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER
AND 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 Peacekeeping soldier stationed overseas.

Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to all of the service men 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.
Please, do your small part to plant this small seed.*

Bless you.

SpecOps13 · Dec 25, 2016

Wish I could afford to help the ones I see but till I win the lottery they are very excited with a simple acknowledgement that they are Human Beings and Greatly Appreciated.