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A Marine’s Christmas

A Marine’s Christmas

‘Twas 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 had to see just who in this 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 full of sand.

On the wall hung pictures, of a 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 found the home of a Marine, Once I could see clearly.

The Marine lay sleeping, silent, alone,

Curled up on the floor, In his one bedroom home.

The face was so gentle, The room in such disorder,

Not how I pictured, A United States Marine.

Was this the hero of whom I’d just read?

Curled up on a poncho, The floor for a bed?

I realized the families that I saw this night,

Owed their lives to these Marines, Who where willing to fight.

Soon around the world, children would play,

And grownups would celebrate, a bright Christmas day.

They enjoyed Freedom, each month of the year,

Because of these Marines, 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.

I dropped to my knees and started to cry.

The soldier awakened, and 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 Marine rolled over, and soon drifted to sleep.

I couldn’t control it, I continued to weep.

I kept watch for hours, So silent and still

And we both shivered from the cold night’s chill.

I didn’t want to leave on that cold, dark night,

This Guardian of Honor, so willing to fight.

Then the Marine rolled over, with a voice soft and pure,

Whispered, “Carry on Santa. It’s Christmas Day, All is Secure.”

One look at my watch, and I knew he was right.

Merry Christmas my friend, And to all a good night.

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Comments

Charles T Schaadt - March 31, 2020

Merry Christmas Marines, I remember the 1st Christmas on Camp Forster, Okinawa in 03, my 1st Christmas with my new family, wouldn’t trade one moment.
Semper Fi Marines
Lcpl Charles T. “JERSEY” Schaadt

Richard Strniste - March 31, 2020

Well done. Merry Christmas to all.
Semper Fi
Sgt.Richard Strniste 0331
1952 to 1958

Cpl. J.P. Sitek 0331 – 3/5 & 3/7 - March 31, 2020

I remember Christmas ’70 in the Que Sons. It made me feel a little bit good in a sometimes not feel good place. I would good it all over again. I miss my guys!

Lynn Webster - March 31, 2020

Merry Christmas to all that served,past and present.Have a safe and healthy new year.L

Michael Warnick - March 31, 2020

To all you Marines far from home continue to fight we are with you all MERRY CHRISTMAS SEMPER FI for always Michael 396

Stephen Lenker - March 31, 2020

I love this poem even with all the lines. It takes me down memory lane. I wouldn’t trade one day from when I wore those blues.

P. T. - March 31, 2020

As has been said before, “Merry Christmas, You Filthy Animals.”

Sgt R. Padgett 1963 to 1969 - March 31, 2020

very well done Semper Fi and carry on marines where ever you are

Harry 1371 - March 31, 2020

MERRY CHRISTMAS! HO, HO,HO. Harry 1371

Murray M. Hermanson - March 31, 2020

There is no credit given to the writer of this Poem. Very well written other than two lines that I feel could have been omitted or changed. With Medals, Badges Awards of all Kinds. (omit) and The soldier awakened. (Change to Marine) This poem would be perfect other wise. Makes me think it must have been a Marine that wrote it cause he didn’t take credit for it, but then he’d known not to put Soldier in. Anyways, I still like the Poem. Murray1371. Something good Harry.

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