Christmas Day, All Is Secure

[Al Milton]

Unashamedly re-posting this from last year

Spare a thought for our fantasic Armed Forces away on duty, may they stay safe..........

 

IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY ALL IS SECURE

 

T’was 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 small 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 a far distant land

With medals and badges, awards of all kinds,

Then a sober thought came into my mind

 

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

Twas 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 disorder

Not how I pictured a lone soldier

Was this the hero of whom I’d just read

Curled up on a 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

And soon round the world the children would play

And grownups would celebrate a bright Christmas Day

 

They all enjoy freedom each month of the year

Because of the soldiers, like the one lying here.

I couldn’t help but wonder, how many 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, 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 sat and 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.

 

Then the soldier rolled over with a voice soft and pure

Whispered “Carry on Santa, Christmas Day is secure”

One look at my watch and I know he was right

“Merry Christmas my friend – and to all a good night”

 

 

THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN BY A BRITISH PEACE KEEPING SOLDIER STATIONED OVERSEAS.

 

THE FOLLOWING IS HIS REQUEST - I THINK IT IS REASONABLE.

 

PLEASE WOULD YOU DO ME THE KIND FAVOUR OF SENDING THIS TO AS MANY PEOPLE AS YOU CAN

 

CHRISTMAS WILL BE COMING SOON AND MUCH CREDIT IS DUE TO OUR BRITISH SERVICE MEN AND WOMEN FOR OUR BEING ABLE TO CELEBRATE THESE FESTIVITIES.

LET'S TRY IN THIS SMALL WAY TO PAY BACK A TINY BIT OF WHAT WE OWE!