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Sunday, December 25, 2005

I heard this on the way home tonight and I really liked it so I thought I'd share it will all of you. I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas!
Nothing beats a Christmas started off with a phone call from a Marine over seas fighting for our freedom. We love you Keith! Merry Christmas, hurry home!

A Soldiers - Silent Night

Narrated by: Father Ted Burndt

It 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 lulling did live

I looked all around, a strange site to see
No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree

No stockings on the mantle, just boots filled with sand
On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands

Medals and badges, awards of every kind
A sobering thought came alive in my mind

This house was different; it was dark and was dreary
I had found the home of a soldier; I could see that most clearly

The soldier lay sleeping silent, alone
Curled up on the floor of this one bedroom home

His face was so gentle, the room in such disorder
Not at all how I pictured a United States soldier

Was this the hero of whom I had just read
Curled up on a poncho the floor for a bed

Then I realized the other families that I saw this night
Owed their lives to soldiers who were willing to fight

In the morning, round the world children would play
Grownups would celebrate a bright Christmas day

They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year
Because of soldiers like the one lying here

I couldn't help but wonder how many lay alone
All Christmas Eve's in a lands far from home

The very thought brought a tear to my eye
I dropped to my knees, I started to cry

The soldier awakened and I heard his rough voice

"Santa don't cry, this life is my choice"

"I fight for freedom, they don't ask for more"
"My life is my God, my country, my corps"

The soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep
But I couldn't control it I continued to weep

I kept watch for hours, so silent and still
As both of us shivered from the cold nights chill

I didn’t want to leave him on that cold, dark, night
This guardian of honor, so willing to fight

Then the soldier rolled over with a voice soft and pure
He whispered, "Carry on Santa, its Christmas day, all is secure"

One look at my watch and I knew he was right
"Merry Christmas my friend, May God bless you this night"

Written by former Marine Corporal James M. Schmidt, in 1987.

Kari daydreamed @ 9:25 PM
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