
A big thank you to Donna for this beautiful graphic. A friend of mine emailed me this poem tonight, and I thought it was so beautiful and had to share it with you all.
A Different Christmas Poem
>>The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
>>I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
>>My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
>>My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
>>Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
>>Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
>>The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
>>Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
>>My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
>>Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
>>In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
>>So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
>>
>>The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
>>But I opened my eyes when it
>>tickled my ear.
>>Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the
>>sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
>>My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
>>And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
>>Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
>>A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
>>
>>A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
>>Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
>>Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
>>Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
>>"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
>>"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
>>Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
>>You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
>>
>>For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
>>Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..
>>To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
>>Then he sighed
>>and he said "Its really all right,
>>I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night." "It's my duty to stand at
>>the front of the line,
>>That separates you from the darkest of times.
>>No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
>>I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
>>My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December,"
>>Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
>>My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ',
>>And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
>>I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
>>But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
>>
>>Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
>>The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
>>I can live through the cold and the being alone,
>>Away from my family, my house and my home.
>>I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
>>I can sleep in a foxhole with
>>little to eat.
>>I can carry the weight of killing another,
>>Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
>>Who stand at the front against any and all,
>>To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."
>>
>>"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
>>Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
>>"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
>>"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
>>It seems all too little for all that you've done,
>>For being away from your wife and your son."
>>Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
>>"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
>>To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
>>To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
>>For when we come home, either standing or dead,
>>To know you remember
>>we fought and we bled.
>>Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
>>That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."

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