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 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 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 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 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,
 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 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."
 
 This poem was written by a Marine stationed in Okinawa  Japan.
 The following is his request. I think it is  reasonable.....
 PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sending  this to as many 
 people as you can?
 Christmas will be coming  soon and some credit is due to our U.S. 
  service men and women for our  being able to celebrate these 
 festivities.
 Let's try in this small  way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe.  Make 
 people stop and think  of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed 
 themselves for us.  Please, do your small part to plant this small 
  seed.
 
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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 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 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 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,
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 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."

This poem was written by a Marine stationed in Okinawa  Japan.
The following is his request. I think it is  reasonable.....
PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sending  this to as many 
people as you can?
Christmas will be coming  soon and some credit is due to our U.S. 
 service men and women for our  being able to celebrate these 
festivities.
Let's try in this small  way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe.  Make 
people stop and think  of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed 
themselves for us.  Please, do your small part to plant this small 
 seed.

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