Somthing i got in the mail

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  1. I was sent forwarded this by a friend, i don't know who wrote it or where it came from, but i think it deserves to be posted here.

    "It's Christmas Day, All Is Secure."

    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 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 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 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 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 & 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."
  2. chrisg46

    chrisg46 LE Book Reviewer

    Bugger, i got this too, put it tin the youtube thread....