auh, Steve, this was very touching thank you Syl Sugar says: A little wicked sugar never hurts ----- Original Message ----- From: steve doyle To: [email protected] Sent: Thursday, December 20, 2007 5:43 AM Subject: [RecipesAndMore] A Soldiers Christmas
A Soldiers Christmas 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 home did live, I looked all about, a strange site did I see, No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree, No stockings by the mantle, Just boots filled with sand, On the wall hung pictures of far distance lands. With Medals and badges, Awards of all kinds, A sober thought came through my mind. For this house was different, it was dark and dreary, I had found the home of a soldier once I could see clearly I heard stories about them, I had to see more So I walked down the hall and pushed open the door. The solider lay sleeping, silent, alone, Curled up in this, His one bedroom home. The face was so gentle,, the room in such disorder Not how I pictured a United States Solider. Was this the War Hero of whom I'd just read? Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed? His head was clean shaven, his weathered face tan, I soon understood this was more than a man. I realized the families that I saw this night Owed they're lives to these soldiers who were willing to fight. Soon round the world the children would play And grownups celebrate a bright Christmas day They enjoyed 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 a cold Christmas Eve, in a land far from home. The very thought brought a tear to my eye Dropped to my knees and started to cry. The Soldier awakened and I hear a rough voice, "Santa don't cry, this is my life my choice: I fight for freedom, I don't ask for more My life is my god, my country my Corps." The Solider rolled over and soon drifted to sleep I couldn't control it I started to weep. I kept watch for hours. So silent and still And we both shivered from the cold nights chill. I took off my jacket, the one made of red, And I covered this Soldier from his toes to his head. And I put on his T-shirt of gray and black, With an eagle and an Army patch embroidered on back. And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride, And for a shining moment, I was United States Army deep inside. I didn't want to leave on that cold dark night, This guardian of honor, so willing to fight. Then the Solider 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. Jesus is where I need Him, and I am where His love is. Why should I ever worry if He is always beside me? When earthly help is no avail, there's one friend who will never fail. Just lift your eyes, the answer is there. For nobody knows the power of prayer. Have a worry free day! Prayer is the key that opens your day to every blessing. It also is a lock that closes the night to keep you safe while sleeping. So what you have to do is "use your key all the time." Merry Christmas --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
