Post by The Wulff on Dec 1, 2006 17:48:35 GMT -6
Marines Silent Night
It 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 dwelling did live
I looked all around a strange sight to see
No tinsel no presents not even a tree
No stockings on the mantle just boots filled with sand
And a wall hang with pictures from far distant land
Metals and badges awards of every kind the sobering thought came alive in my mind
This house was different it was dark it was dreary
I have found a home of a soldier
I can see that most clearly
The Marine lay sleeping silent alone curled up on the floor in this one bedroom home
His face was so gentle the room in such disorder
No at all how I picture a United States Marine
Was this the hero of whom I just read
Curled up on a poncho a floor for a bed
Then I realize the other families that I have saw this night
Owe their lives to Marines who are willing to fight
In the morning around the world children would play grown up's would celebrate a bright Christmas day
But they all enjoy freedom each month of the year
Because of Marines like the one lying here
I couldn’t help it wonder how many lay alone in a cold Christmas eve in lands far from home
The very thought brought tear in my eyes I dropped in my knees I started to cry
The Marine awakened I heard his 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 Marine rolled over and drifted to sleep
But I couldn't control it much I continued to weep
I kept watch for hours so silent and still
as both of us shivered from the colds night chill
I did not want to leave him on that cold dark night
This guardian of honor so willing to fight
Then the Marine rolled over and a voice soft and pure he whispered, " Carry on Santa, it's Christmas day all secure."
One look at my watch and knew he was right
Merry Christmas my friend, May God bless you this night.
It 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 dwelling did live
I looked all around a strange sight to see
No tinsel no presents not even a tree
No stockings on the mantle just boots filled with sand
And a wall hang with pictures from far distant land
Metals and badges awards of every kind the sobering thought came alive in my mind
This house was different it was dark it was dreary
I have found a home of a soldier
I can see that most clearly
The Marine lay sleeping silent alone curled up on the floor in this one bedroom home
His face was so gentle the room in such disorder
No at all how I picture a United States Marine
Was this the hero of whom I just read
Curled up on a poncho a floor for a bed
Then I realize the other families that I have saw this night
Owe their lives to Marines who are willing to fight
In the morning around the world children would play grown up's would celebrate a bright Christmas day
But they all enjoy freedom each month of the year
Because of Marines like the one lying here
I couldn’t help it wonder how many lay alone in a cold Christmas eve in lands far from home
The very thought brought tear in my eyes I dropped in my knees I started to cry
The Marine awakened I heard his 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 Marine rolled over and drifted to sleep
But I couldn't control it much I continued to weep
I kept watch for hours so silent and still
as both of us shivered from the colds night chill
I did not want to leave him on that cold dark night
This guardian of honor so willing to fight
Then the Marine rolled over and a voice soft and pure he whispered, " Carry on Santa, it's Christmas day all secure."
One look at my watch and knew he was right
Merry Christmas my friend, May God bless you this night.
