- A DIFFERENT CHRISTMAS POEM -

The embers glowed softly & in their dim light,

I gazed round the room & 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.

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My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,

Secure & surrounded by love I would sleep.

In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,

So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

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The sound wasn't loud & 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.

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My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,

& I crept to the door just to see who was near.

Standing out in the cold & the dark of the night,

A lone figure stood, his face weary & tight.

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A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,

Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.

Alone in the dark, he looked up & smiled,

Standing watch over me & my wife & my child.

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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!

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For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,

Away from the cold & the snow blown in drifts.

To the window that danced with a warm fire's light,

Then he sighed & he said It's really all right.

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It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,

That separates you from the darkest of times.

No one had to ask or beg or implore me,

I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.

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My Grandpa 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',

& now it's my turn and so, here I am.

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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 & he carefully pulled from his bag,

The red, white & blue... an American flag.

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I can live through the cold & the being alone,

Away from my family, my house & my home.

I can stand at my post through the rain & the sleet,

I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.

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I can carry the weight of killing another,

Or lay down my life with my sister & brother.

Who stand at the front against any & all,

To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall.

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So go back inside, he said, harbor no fright,

Your family is waiting & 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?

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It seems all too little for all that you've done,

For being away from your wife & your son.

To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone.

To stand your own watch, no matter how long.

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For when we come home, either standing or dead,

To know you remember we fought and we bled.

Is payment enough & with that we will trust,

That we mattered to you as you mattered to us.