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I didn't want to leave him so quiet in the night, this guardian of honor so willing to fight. But half asleep he rolled over, and in a voice clean and pure, said "Carry on, Santa, it's Christmas Day, all secure. Though often attributed to others, this poem was originally written in by James M. For more information on this poem see Urban Legends Reference Pages: No tinsel, no present's, not even a tree. No stocking by mantle, just boots filled with sand.
On the wall hung pictures of a far distant land, with medals and badges, awards of all kinds, a sober thought came to mind. For this house was different, it was dark and dreary. I had found the home of a soldier, once i could see. 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 United States soldier. They all had their freedom each month of the year, Because of these soldiers, like the one lying here. I couldn't help wonder how many lay alone, On this cold Christmas Eve, in a land far from home.
The Soldier's Night Before Christmas
The thought of their service brought a tear to my eye, I dropped to my knee and started to chgistmas. The soldier awakened, and I heard a rough voice: I couldn't control it, I started to weep. I kept watch for hours, silent and still, And both of us shivered from that cold night's chill. I hated to leave, on that long, dark night, This Guardian of Peace, with his Honor so bright. The soldier rolled over, and his voice soft and pure, Whispered, "Carry on, Santa, all is secure.