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'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

'Twas the night before Christmas,He lived all alone,

In a one bedroom house made of

Plaster and stone.


I head come down the chimney

with presents to give,

and to see just who

In this home did live.


I looked all about,

And a strange site Idid see,

No tinsel, no presents,

Not even a tree.


No stocking by the mantle,

Just boot filled with sand,

On the walls 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 and 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 around the world,

The children would play,

And grown-ups would celebrate

A bright Christmas day.


They all enjoyed freedom

Each month of the year,

Because of the soldiers,

Like the lonely 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 say,

"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 nights cold 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."

This was first writen by Clement Moore to his children in 1822 credit also to M/Sgt Noah Brazos Ross, a U S Army Feild Artillary survivor from Utah Beach, France, Luxembourge, Belgium, The battle for the Ardennes, Deutschland in 1937.

A Corpsmans Christmas Poem

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