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I don't often send poems or jokes that I gather from this lists, but
this is special. Not only for the soldiers in our lives today, but for
those in the past.
Date: Wed, 18 Nov 1998 11:21:18 -0500
To: cruzm(a)juno.com, mnjjensen(a)juno.com, Tenavill(a)aol.com,
From: April Engroos <jengroos(a)northweb.com>
Subject: the night before christmas
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>The Night Before 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 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 mantel, just boots filled with sand,
>on the wall hung pictures of far distant lands.
>He had medals and badges, awards of all kinds,
>and a sober thought came through my mind.
>For this house was different, it was dark and dreary,
>I found the home of a soldier, once I could see clearly.
>The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone,
>curled up on the floor of this one bedroom home.
>The face was so gentle, the room in such disorder,
>Not how I pictured a United States soldier.
>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 soldiers who were willing to fight.
>Soon round the world, the children would play,
>and grown ups would celebrate a bright Christmas day.
>They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year,
>because of the soldiers, like the one lying here.
>I couldn't help but wonder how many lay alone,
>on a cold Christmas eve in a land far from home.
>The very though brought a tear to my eye,
>I dropped to my knees as I 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 soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep,
>I couldn't control it, I continued to weep.
>I kept watch for hours, so silent so still,
>and we both shivered from the night's cold chill.
>I didn't want to leave on that cold dark night,
>this guardian of honor so willing to fight.
>Then the soldier rolled over, with a voice soft and pure,
>whispered, "Carry on Santa, it's Christmas day, all is secure."
The new Tama County queries have now been posted. You may want to check
them to see if anyone is working on the same lines.
Let me know if anyone needs a lookup.
How do I get to the Tama Co. queries?
Thank you, Pauline...