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>>Subject: A DIFFERENT CHRISTMAS POEM Author Unkown >> >> >> >>The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, >>I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. >> >>My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, >>My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. >> >>Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, >> >>Transforming the yard to a winter delight. >> >>The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, >>Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. >> >> >>My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, >>Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep. >> >>In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, >>So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. >> >>The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, >>But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear. >> >>Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, >> >>Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. >> >>My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, >>And I crept to the door just to see who was near. >> >>Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, >>A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. >> >> >>A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, >>Perhaps Canadian, huddled here in the cold. >> >>Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled, >>Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child. >> >>"What are you doing?" I asked without fear, >>"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here! >> >>Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve, >>You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!" >> >> >>For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift, >>Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts... >> >> >>To the window that danced with a warm fire's light >>Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right, >>I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night." >> >> >>"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line, >>That separates you from the darkest of times." >> >>"No one had to ask or beg or implore me, >>I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me." >> >> >>"My Gramps died at 'Dieppe on a day in December," >>Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas Gram always remembers." >> >> >>"My dad stood his watch in that Korean Land, >>And now it is my turn and so, here I am." >> >>"I've not seen my own son in more than a while, >>But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile." >> >> >>Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag, >>Something red and white,...a Canadian flag. >> >>"I can live through the cold and the being alone, >>Away from my family, my house and my home." >> >> >>"I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet, >>I can sleep in a trench with little to eat." >> >> >>"I can carry the weight of killing another, >>Or lay down my life with my sister and brother... >> >>Who stand at the front against any and all, >>To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall." >> >> >>"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright, >>Your family is waiting and I'll be all right." >> >>"But isn't there something I can do, at the least," >>"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?" >> >>"It seems all too little for all that you've done, >>For being away from your wife and your son." >> >> >>Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret, >>"Just tell us you love us, and never forget." >> >>"To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone, >>To stand your own watch, no matter how long." >> >> >>"For when we come home, either standing or dead, >>To know you remember we fought and we bled. >> >> >>Is payment enough, and with that we will trust, >>That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."
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