A Christmas Poem

If you can read this and not cry...I don't want to know you


The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I
gazed round the room
and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter
beside me, angelic
in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a
winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed
the magic that was
Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure
and surrounded by
love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I
slumbered, perhaps I
started to dream.
The sound wasn’t loud, and it wasn’t too near, But I
opened my eyes when
it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn’t quite know, Then the
sure sound of
footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I
crept to the door
just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A
lone figure stood,
his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, Perhaps a
Marine, huddled
here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled, Standing
watch over me, and
my wife and my child.
“What are you doing?” I asked without fear, “Come in
this moment, it’s
freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at
home on a cold Christmas Eve!”
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift, Away from
the cold and the
snow blown in drifts..
To the window that danced with a warm fire’s light
Then he sighed and he
said “Its really all right, I’m out here by choice.
I’m here every
night.”
“It’s my duty to stand at the front of the line, That
separates you from
the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me, I’m proud to
stand here like my
fathers before me.
My Gramps died at ‘Pearl on a day in December,” Then
he sighed, “That’s
a Christmas ‘Gram always remembers.”
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ‘Nam’, And
now it is my turn
and so, here I am.
I’ve not seen my own son in more than a while, But my
wife sends me
pictures, he’s sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag, The
red, white, and
blue… an American flag.
“I can live through the cold and the being alone, Away
from my family,
my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a
foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another, Or lay down
my life with my
sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all, To ensure
for all time that
this flag will not fall.”
“So go back inside,” he said, “harbor no fright, Your
family is waiting
and I’ll be all right.”
“But isn’t there something I can do, at the least,
“Give you money,” I
asked, “or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you’ve done, For
being away from
your wife and your son.”
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret, “Just
tell us you love
us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we’re gone,
To stand your own
watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead, To
know you remember we
fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust, That
we mattered to you
as you mattered to us.

Just. Like. That!

Merry Christmas All!

And let's remember the gift our troops give us each day, especially today.

h/t Jo's Cafe Thanks JO!

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