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A Christmas Poem

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    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 I slumbered, 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
    Marine, 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
    "Its 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

    No one had to ask or beg or implore me, I'm proud to stand here like my fathers
    before me. My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December," Then he sighed,
    "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers." My dad stood his watch in the
    jungles of ' Nam ', And now it is my turn and so, here I am.

    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... an 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."
    I decided to change calling the bathroom the "John" and renamed it the "Jim". I feel so much better saying I went to the Jim this morning.