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The Gift

The Gift

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 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 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 soon 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."




10 responses »

  1. Thank God for our troops!!!

  2. I\’ve never read this without being touched. I\’ve got friends in Iraq even as I read this. God bless them indeed!

  3. God bless our troops and you too! This is a beautiful post. Merry Christmas!Danielle

  4. God Bless our Troops!

  5. As a Veteran and a man with many friends away at war, I thank you. And I don\’t mind telling you this had me blubbering like a baby. Merry Christmas!Love ya,Al

  6. What a blessing this blog was… and a good reminder to keep praying for our troops, especially this time of year, and times when they are missing their own families the most. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year too.

  7. This was a great post. I still remember talking online with my son while he wasdeployed in Iraq. He was doing his duty, but wanted nothing more that to be home at Christmas with his family and friends. You see this was his first Christmasaway from home. We missed him terribly and we think of all of the others whoare still there defending our freedom. God Speed to all of our soldiers. We appreciateeverything you do or have done for us and our country.Love, Darla

  8. Nice remembrance.Best,Nan

  9. Oh, this is very lovely poem, Rosebay. I sure each soldier if they read this would loved to be remember this way ( soldier with honor and pride and love not just for country but for fellow men and women and children everywhere) especially on Christmas Day….for both are a lot alike.

  10. Beautiful! Thank you. Hope you are have a great holiday season. Hugs to you and May God bless


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