A Soldiers Christmas Poem!
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free twas the night before christmas soldiers poem | soldier s christmas poem twas the night before christmas. Dedicated to All Military Personnel. Whether you are in the States or abroad ~ may you know that you are in our prayers at this holiday time ~ and always ~ that you be safe and return home soon! Thank you for serving in the military of the United States of America. THE SOLDIERS NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS. By Major. 'Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone. In a no bedroom house made of plaster and stone. I had come down the chimney with presents to give, And to see just who, in this small house did live. I looked all about, a sad sight did I see, No tinsel, no presents; not even a tree. By the mantle, no stockings; by the door.
The poem was recorded by Father Ted Berndt of Wisconsin click a tribute. The original poem was actually written by a former Marine Corporal James M. Schmidt was stationed in Washington, D. I had come down the chimney, with presents to give and to see just who in this dwelling did live.
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As I looked all around, a strange sight to see, no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree. No stocking on the mantle, just boots filled with sand.
On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands.
No stocking on the mantle, just boots filled with sand. The world is freer, for they're willing to fight, For Freedom and Christmas, and all that is right. One look at my watch, I knew he was right. This house was different, it was dark, it was dreary. Then the soldier rolled over with a voice soft and pure.
Medals and badges, awards of every kind, a sobering thought came alive in my mind. This house was different, it was dark, it was dreary.
Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed? My life is my God, my country, my Corps. In a no bedroom house made of plaster and stone.
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 in his one-bedroom home. His face was so gentle, room in such disorder, Not at all how I pictured a U. Curled up on a poncho, a floor for a bed? Then I realized the other families that I saw this night Out there lies the soldiers who are willing to fight.
In the morning around the world, children would play Grown-ups would celebrate a Twas The Night Before Christmas Soldier Poem Christmas day But they all enjoyed freedom, each month through the year, because of soldiers like the one lying here. The very thought brought a tear to my eye. My life is my God, my country, my Corps. I kept watch for hours, so silent and still.
This guardian of honor, so willing to fight. Then the soldier rolled over with a voice soft and pure. The Original Poem, as printed in the December edition of "Leatherneck": 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 see, no tinsel, 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 came to my mind. This was the home of a U. 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 a U. Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed?
His head was clean-shaven, his weathered face tan. I soon understood, this was more than a man. For I realized the families that I saw that night, owed their lives click here 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.
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They all enjoyed freedom, each month and all year, because of Marines like this one lying here. Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye.
The Soldier's Night Before Christmas
I dropped to my knees and I started to cry. I watched him for hours, so silent and still. So I took off my jacket, the one made of red, and covered this Marine from his toes to his head. Then I put on his T-shirt of 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 deep inside. Please Log In or Sign Up to add to your favorite resources. Marine Corporal James M.
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