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From: JUNE CERRETA

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A different Christmas Poem
 

    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 slumbered I, 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 Trooper, 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, "It's 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 in Europe on a day in
December,"
       Then he said,
"That's a Christmas 'Gram always
remembers."  
       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 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."

PLEASE,
Would you do me the kind favour of sending this to as
many people as you can?
Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due
to our
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.
 

 

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