A CHRISTMAS POEM THAT SHUD ADORN EVERY XMAS CARD!

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  1. This is the content of an email I received; apologies if it is 'old hat' to some but i make no apologies for duplication. The author requested that it be forwarded to as many as possible;



    ITS CHRISTMAS DAY ALL IS SECURE

    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 I DID SEE
    NO TINSEL NO PRESENTS NOT EVEN A TREE
    NO STOCKING BY THE 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 LONE BRITISH SOLDIER
    WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ
    CURLED UP ON A PONCHO THE FLOOR FOR A BED

    I REALISED 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 ENJOY FREEDOM EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR
    BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE
    I COULDN'T HELP WONDER HOW MANY ALONE
    ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME

    THE VERY THOUGH 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 SAT AND SHIVERED FROM THE COLD NIGHTS CHILL
    I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE ON THAT COLD DARK NIGHT
    THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOUR SO WILLING TO FIGHT

    THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE
    WHISPERED 'CARRY ON SANTA ITS 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. For the love of god. Will the repetition of this maudlin doggrell never end?
     
  3. I agree about the doggerel ... but (there's always a but) .. take a look at the 'Forces Poetry' site. Some of the poems on there, especially those from soldier's kids, should be required reading for every member of the useless Gobment!!!

    http://www.forcespoetry.co.uk/about.asp

    Hope this clicky linky thing works!!
     
  4. I intend to spend a few minutes blubbing manfully. Then, for shame, it will have to be the Mess revolver I fear.

    Keep the upper lip stiff and leave this sort of stuff to the septics.
     
  5. Must we have this hundreds of times every time Winterval comes around? Please stop. It's been done so many times it just bores us all....
     
  6. oldbaldy

    oldbaldy LE Moderator Good Egg (charities)
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    The author didn't.
    http://www.snopes.com/holidays/christmas/soldier.asp

    Anyway I far prefer this version:
     
  7. This poem is very touching also

    I had no Christmas spirit when I breathed a weary sigh, and looked
    across the table where the bills were piled too high.
    The laundry wasn't finished and the car I had to fix, My stocks were
    down another point, the taffy's lost by six.

    And so with only minutes till my kid's got home from school, I gave up on
    the drudgery and grabbed a wooden stool.
    The burdens that I carried were about all I could take, and so I flipped
    the TV on to catch a little break.

    I came upon a desert scene in shades of tan and rust, No snowflakes hung
    upon the wind, just clouds of swirling dust.
    And where the reindeer should have stood before a laden sleigh, eight
    hummers ran a column right behind an M1A.

    A group of boys walked past the tank, not one was past his teens, Their
    eyes were hard as polished flint, their faces drawn and lean.
    They walked the street in armor with their rifles shouldered tight,
    their dearest wish for Christmas, just to have a silent night.

    Other soldiers gathered, hunkered down against the wind, To share a
    scrap of mail and dreams of going home again.
    There wasn't much at all to put their lonely hearts at ease, They had no
    Christmas turkey, just a pack of MRE's.

    They didn't have a garland or a stocking I could see, They didn't need
    an ornament-- they lacked a Christmas Tree.
    They didn't have a present even though it was tradition, the only boxes
    I could see were labeled "ammunition".

    I felt a little tug and found my kid's now by my side, they asked me what it
    was I feared, and why it was I cried.
    I swept them up into my arms and held them oh so near and kissed them on
    the forehead as I whispered in their ear.

    There's nothing wrong, my little kid's, for safe we sleep tonight, our
    heroes stand on foreign land to give us all the right, to worry about
    the things in life that really mean nothing at all, instead of wondering
    each day if we will be the next to fall.

    They looked at me as children do and said it's always right, to thank the
    ones who help us and perhaps that we should write.
    And so we pushed aside the bills and sat to draft a note, to thank the
    many far from home, and this is what we wrote,

    God bless you all and keep you safe, and speed your way back home.
    Remember that we love you so, and that you're not alone.
    The gift you give, you share with all, a present every day, You give the
    gift of Freedom and that we can't repay.
     
  8. HO! HO! HO!
     
  9. Humbug..........
     
  10. oldbaldy

    oldbaldy LE Moderator Good Egg (charities)
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    [​IMG]
     
  11. chrisg46

    chrisg46 LE Book Reviewer

    Wheres MDN's version?
     
  12. Forastero

    Forastero LE Moderator

    Locked as it's been done about a million times before.
     
  13. woopert

    woopert LE Moderator

    Unlocked momentarily just so I can shout:

    WILL THE SEPTIC'S SENTIMENTALLY BAD POETRY NEVER END!?

    Now I have the pleasure of locking this again*

    *though obviously not half as pleasureable as giving the author of this turgid crap a good shooeing.
     
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