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Merry Christmas, fuckers

Discussion in 'The NAAFI Bar' started by Joker62, Dec 2, 2011.

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  1. 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 some pictures of far distant ...lands.

    With ...........................medals and badges, awards of all kinds,
    A sober thought, ran 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 had pictured a British 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,
    In 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 honour, so willing to fight.
    When 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 !!!
  2. Why, oh why!!!!
  3. Bah humbug me thinks, you should turn the lights and heating off and sit round a candle on your own humming 12 days of Xmas.
  4. Ah.

    Must be Christmas.

    Although it has taken til 02 Dec to see this garbage this year. It's not even on Facebook yet.

  5. I'd like to get into her stocking !
  6. Where d'you think I got it from??
  7. You have to buy me beer tomorrow night for posting that Joker
  8. Why, I got it from Merv!!
  9. He has to buy me beer as well (is he coming tomorrow)
  10. Bloody long trek from NI,mate
  11. You ALL have to buy ME a beer!

    Not for any particular reason, of course!
  12. WTF? Stone him! We'll have none of your cheap sentiment my lad!! :threaten:

  13. Plus he's ex crab and probably couldn't navigate his way to the Airport.
  14. I am sure some cunt put this poem up early last month. I can't be arrsed to search for it......bag of shite it is.