A Christmas Story…
the night before Christmas, He lived all alone, In a one bedroom house made entirely of stone. I had come
down the chimney with presents to give, To see just who in this house did live.
I looked all about, a strange sight did I see, No tinsel, No presents, not even a tree.
stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand, On a wall hung pictures of a far distant land.
medals and badges, awards of all kinds, A sobering thought came to my mind.
this house was different, unlike any I'd seen, fore this was the home of a US Marine.
heard stories about them, and had to see more, So I walked down the hall and pushed open the door. There he
lay sleeping, silent and alone, curled up on the floor of his one bedroom home.
seemed so gentle, his face so serene, Not at all how I'd pictured A US Marine.
this the hero of whom I'd just read, Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed?
head was clean shaven, his weathered face tan, and I soon understood, this was more than a man.
I realized the families that I'd seen tonight, owed there lives to these men who were willing to fight. Soon
around the nation the children would play, And grown ups would celebrate a bright Christmas day. They enjoyed
freedom each week and each year, Because of Marines like this one, laying right here. I couldn't help but
wonder, how many lay alone, On a cold Christmas eve, in a land far from home. The thought brought a prideful
tear to my eye, I dropped to my knees and started to cry.
must have awakened, for I heard a rough voice, "Santa, Don't cry, this life is my choice.
fight for freedom, don't ask for more, My Life is My God, My Country, My Corps."
that he rolled over, and drifted off to sleep, I couldn't control it and continued to weep.
watched him for hours, so silent and still, I noticed he shivered from the cold night's chill.
took off my jacket, the one made of red, I covered this Marine from his toe to his
I put on his T-shirt of scarlet and gold, with eagle globe and anchor emblazoned so bold.
it barely fit me, I swelled with pride, For one shining moment, I was a Marine inside.
didn't want to leave him, so quiet in the night, This guardian of honor, so willing to fight.
half asleep he rolled over and said so pure, "Carry on Santa, It's Christmas and the country is secure." One
look at my watch and I knew he was right,
Merry Christmas my friend…
Semper Fi and good night-