MOP
12-03-2008, 11:55 AM
Yes this is a cut & paste but a damn good one!!!!
> New Christmas Poem-Please keep it going> > New Christmas Poem> 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 MANTLE,> JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,> ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES> OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.> > WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,> AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,> 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> IN 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 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;> > 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 AND STILL> AND WE BOTH SHIVERED> FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S 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.'> > ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,> AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.> 'MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,!> AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT.'> > This poem was written by a Marine.> > The following is his request. I think it is reasonable.....> > PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sending> this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming> soon and some credit is due to our U.S. service men and> women for our being able to celebrate these festivities.> Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we> owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and> dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your> small part to plant this small seed>
> New Christmas Poem-Please keep it going> > New Christmas Poem> 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 MANTLE,> JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,> ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES> OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.> > WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,> AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,> 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> IN 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 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;> > 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 AND STILL> AND WE BOTH SHIVERED> FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S 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.'> > ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,> AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.> 'MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,!> AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT.'> > This poem was written by a Marine.> > The following is his request. I think it is reasonable.....> > PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sending> this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming> soon and some credit is due to our U.S. service men and> women for our being able to celebrate these festivities.> Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we> owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and> dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your> small part to plant this small seed>