The Marine Christmas Poem

This poem, written by a member of the United States Marine Corps, was created in the hopes of reminding the nation of the millions of troops, both living and dead, who have made tremendous sacrifices to our nation. They have fought "in the air, on land, and sea" to keep our country safe, so I ask you to read this poem and give thanks to the troops who give up their time and their lives protecting us.

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 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 but 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 night's 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, 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."

May God be with our troops this Christmas season and always.

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