Post by bulldog00 on Dec 23, 2006 9:49:15 GMT -8
MERRY CHRISTMAS, MY FRIEND
Twas the beforeChristmas, he lived all alone,
In a one bedrom house made of plaster & stone.
I had come down the chimney, with presents to give and to see just
who in this home did live
As I looked all about, a strange sight I did not see,
no insel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand,
On the wall hung pictures of a far distant land.
With medals and badges, awards of all kind,
a sobering thought soon comae to my mind
For this house was different, unlike any I'd seen.
Tgus was tge gine if a U. S. Marine.
I'd heard stories about them, Ihad to see more,
soI walked down the hall and pushed open the door.
and there he lay sleeping,silent,alone,
curled up on the floor in his one-bedroom home.
he seemed so gentle,his face so serene,
Not how I pictured aU.S. MARINE.
was this the hero,of whom I'd just read ?
Curled up in his pocho, a floor for a bed?
His head was clean-shaven,his weatherd face tan.
i soon unerstood, this was more than a man.
For Irealized the families that I saw that night,
owed their lives to these men, who were willing to fight.
Soon around the nation, the children would play,
And grown-ups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom,each month and all year,
because of Marines like the one laying here.
I couldn't help wonderhow many lay alone,
on a cold Christmas Eve, in a land far from home.
Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye.
I dropped to my knees and started to cry.
He must have awoken, for 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 lifeis my God, my country, my Corps."
With that he rolled over, driftedoff to sleep,
I couldn't control it I started to weep.
I watched him for hours, so silent and still.
I noticed he shiverd from the cold nights chill.
So Itook off my jacket,the one made red,
and covered this Marine from his toes to his head.
Then I put on his t-shirtof scarlet and gold,
with an eagle, globe and anchor emblazoned so bold.
And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride,
and for one shining moment,I was Marine Corps inside.
I didn't want to leave him so quiet in the night,
this guardian of honor so willing to fight.
But half asleephe rolledover and in a voice clean and pure,
said"Carry on ,Santa, it's Christmas day,all secure."
One look at my watch and I knew he was right,
Merry Christmas my friend, SEMPER FI and good night!
hope u all liked this it was wrote by a Marine sniper in 1986
Twas the beforeChristmas, he lived all alone,
In a one bedrom house made of plaster & stone.
I had come down the chimney, with presents to give and to see just
who in this home did live
As I looked all about, a strange sight I did not see,
no insel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand,
On the wall hung pictures of a far distant land.
With medals and badges, awards of all kind,
a sobering thought soon comae to my mind
For this house was different, unlike any I'd seen.
Tgus was tge gine if a U. S. Marine.
I'd heard stories about them, Ihad to see more,
soI walked down the hall and pushed open the door.
and there he lay sleeping,silent,alone,
curled up on the floor in his one-bedroom home.
he seemed so gentle,his face so serene,
Not how I pictured aU.S. MARINE.
was this the hero,of whom I'd just read ?
Curled up in his pocho, a floor for a bed?
His head was clean-shaven,his weatherd face tan.
i soon unerstood, this was more than a man.
For Irealized the families that I saw that night,
owed their lives to these men, who were willing to fight.
Soon around the nation, the children would play,
And grown-ups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom,each month and all year,
because of Marines like the one laying here.
I couldn't help wonderhow many lay alone,
on a cold Christmas Eve, in a land far from home.
Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye.
I dropped to my knees and started to cry.
He must have awoken, for 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 lifeis my God, my country, my Corps."
With that he rolled over, driftedoff to sleep,
I couldn't control it I started to weep.
I watched him for hours, so silent and still.
I noticed he shiverd from the cold nights chill.
So Itook off my jacket,the one made red,
and covered this Marine from his toes to his head.
Then I put on his t-shirtof scarlet and gold,
with an eagle, globe and anchor emblazoned so bold.
And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride,
and for one shining moment,I was Marine Corps inside.
I didn't want to leave him so quiet in the night,
this guardian of honor so willing to fight.
But half asleephe rolledover and in a voice clean and pure,
said"Carry on ,Santa, it's Christmas day,all secure."
One look at my watch and I knew he was right,
Merry Christmas my friend, SEMPER FI and good night!
hope u all liked this it was wrote by a Marine sniper in 1986