The Soldier’s Night Before Christmas

The Soldier’s Night Before Christmas.

Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
In a one bedroom house made of plaster & 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 fire, just boots filled with sand,
On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands.

With medals and badges, awards of all kind
A sober thought came through my mind.
For this house was different, so dark and dreary,
I knew I had found the home of a soldier, once I could see clearly.

I heard stories about them, I had to see more
So I walked down the hall and pushed open the door.
And there he lay sleeping silent alone,
Curled up on the floor in his one bedroom home.

His face so gentle, his room in such disorder,
Not how I pictured a United States soldier.
Was this the hero of whom I’d just read?
Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed?

His head was clean shaven, his weathered face tan,
I soon understood this was more than a man.
For I realized the families that I saw that night
Owed their lives to these men who were willing to fight.

Soon ‘round the world, the children would play,
And grownups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year,
Because of soldiers like this one lying here.

I couldn’t help wonder how many lay alone
On a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from home.
Just 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.”

With that he rolled over and drifted off into sleep,
I couldn’t control it, I continued to weep.
I watched him for hours, so silent and still,
I noticed he shivered from the cold night’s chill.

So I took off my jacket, the one made of red,
And I covered this Soldier from his toes to his head.
And I put on his T-shirt of gray and black,
With an eagle and an Army patch embroidered on back.

And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride,
And for a shining moment, I was United States Army deep inside.
I didn’t want to leave him on that cold dark night,
This guardian of honor so willing to fight.

Then the soldier rolled over, whispered with a voice so clean and pure,
“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!


2 comments on “The Soldier’s Night Before Christmas

  1. barbata says:

    Hi Lorraine, I have been watching each day for more Tracphone story. Is it working? How are you. We have been super busy and just got back from a few days at Myrtle Beach. Had such a nice and restful time. saw the BIIG Christmas show and loved it. I want to plan to go back next year. We have had several parties and enjoyed them all. That is why they call me a party girl I guess. I am also singing in the Church choir Cantata. Not that I am very good. I usually can find the note after sliding around it a bit. Well, I have been lurking, wanted you to know. Not ignoring you. BTW I need your actual mailing address. Hugs to you. Miss you. BTW, I am growing amarillas, paperwhites, pointsetttias and more crown of thorns. My indoor garden is coming alive. We have had our COLD COLD and now much rain. I hear you had your share also. Are you in the area of some flooding?
    Well, gotta run, love ya, B

  2. Stephen Ware says:

    Merry Christmas Mom! Sitting at DMV catching up. Read you recent posts about the move and new place. 4th year of teaching and all is well. Amanda (recently married) is in US Virgin Island working as a Dive Master. Find her on Facebook. Jaci is doing her art and taking welding classes at Ventura college. Cambria is doing an internship as a phlebotomist at Kaiser and may start her college in the spring. Merry Christmas.

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