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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 small 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 a far distant land With medals and badges, awards of all kinds. Then a sober thought came into my mind

For this house was different, it was dark and dreary, T’was 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 disorder Not how I pictured a lone soldier.. Was this the hero of whom I’d just read, Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed

I realised the families that I saw this night Owed their lives to these soldiers, who were willing to fight And soon round the world the children would play And grownups would celebrate a bright Christmas day

They all enjoy freedom each month of the year Because of the soldiers, like the one lying here. I couldn’t help but 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, 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 and shivered from the cold nights chill. I didn’t want to leave, on that cold dark night, This guardian of honour, so willing to fight…

Then the soldier rolled over with a voice soft and pure Whispered “Carry on Santa, Christmas Day 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 British Peace Keeping soldier stationed overseas.

The following is his request – I think it is reasonable: “Please would you do me the kind favour of sending this to as many people as you can.”

Christmas will be coming soon and much credit is due to our British service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let’s try in this small way to pay back a tiny bit of what we owe!

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