A Soldier’s Silent Night!!

‘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 mantle, just boots filled with sand.

On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands.

With medals and badges, awards of all kinds,

A sobering thought came through my mind.

For this house was different, it was dark and dreary,

I had found the home of a soldier, once I could see clearly.

The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone,

curled up on the floor, in this one bedroom home.

The face was so gentle, the room in such disorder,

Not how I pictured an infantry Soldier.

Was this the hero of whom I’d just read?

Curled up on his poncho, the floor for a bed?

I realised 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 grownups 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 wonder how many lay alone,

On a cold Christmas Eve, in a land far from home.

The very thought brought a tear to my eye,

I dropped to my knees and started to Cry.

The soldier awakened and I heard a rough voice,

“Santa don’t cry, this life is my choice.”

The solider rolled over and drifted to sleep,

I couldn’t control it, I continued to weep.

I kept watch for hours, so silent and still

And we both shivered from the cold nights chill.

I didn’t want to leave on that cold, dark, night.

This guardian of Honour, so willing to fight.

The solider rolled over, with a voice soft and pure,

whispered, “Carry on Santa, it’s Christmas Day, All is secure.”

One look at my watch, and I knew he was right.

“Merry Christmas my friend, may God bless you tonight.”

This is a song that brings me chills–I wanted to share it with my mom, since it’s an original to the radio station here. So I was happy to find it. The words above are the poem the song was made from–although, slightly different—just as goose bump enticing! We owe everything we have to God and to the brave men and women who fight for our freedoms everyday. The freedom you have to deny God. The freedom you have to speak ill of God and mankind. Freedoms that I almost wish we didn’t have…these men and women fought for it all. They are far braver than I as a person–and 1000 times braver than I as a mother. I’m thankful for them everyday–and will look for a way to honor them, remember them and help them this Christmas Season. May GOD bless each and everyone of them!

The link below will take you to the website where you can listen to this beautiful piece of art. Enjoy!

Soldier’s Silent Night