JEFF WHITE
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friend of mine overseas sent me this
No one knows who wrote this but they have the right idea. I think we should all take a moment and thank the many soldiers that are making it possible for us to spend the Holidays with our families and send our blessings and prayers to those who are not with thier loved ones this Holiday Season. I for one am thankful and wish them all a merry christmas and hope they return soon.
Subject: True Christmas
I had no Christmas spirit when I breathed a weary
sigh,
And looked across the table where the bills were piled
too high.
The laundry wasn't finished and the car I had to fix,
My stocks were down another point, the Dolphins lost by six.
And so with only minutes till my son got home from school
I gave up on the drudgery and grabbed a wooden stool.
The burdens that I carried were about all I could take,
And so I flipped the TV on to catch a little break.
I came upon a desert scene in shades of tan and rust,
No snowflakes hung upon the wind, just clouds of swirling dust.
And where the reindeer should have stood before a
laden sleigh,
Eight Hummers ran a column right behind an M1A.
A group of boys walked past the tank, not one was past
his teens.
Their eyes were hard as polished flint, their faces
drawn and lean.
They walked the street in armor with their rifles
shouldered tight,
Their dearest wish for Christmas, just to have a
silent night.
Other soldiers gathered, hunkered down against the wind,
To share a scrap of mail and dreams of going home again.
There wasn't much at all to put their lonely hearts at ease,
They had no Christmas turkey, just a pack of MREs.
They didn't have a garland or a stocking I could see,
They didn't need an ornament-- they lacked a Christmas Tree.
They didn't have a present even though it was tradition,
the only boxes I could see were labeled "ammunition."
I felt a little tug and found my son now by my side,
He asked me what it was I feared, and why it was I cried.
I swept him up into my arms and held him oh so near
and kissed him on the forehead as I whispered in his ear.
There's nothing wrong my little son, for safe we sleep tonight,
Our heroes stand on foreign land to give us all the right,
To worry on the things in life that mean nothing at all,
Instead of wondering if we will be the next to fall.
He looked at me as children do and said its always right,
to thank the ones who help us and perhaps that we should write.
And so we pushed aside the bills and sat to draft a note,
to thank the many far from home, and this is what we wrote:
God Bless You all and keep you safe, and speed your
way back home.
Remember that we love you so, and that you're not alone.
The gift you give you share with all, a present every day,
You give the gift of liberty and that we can't repay.
(Author unknown)
No one knows who wrote this but they have the right idea. I think we should all take a moment and thank the many soldiers that are making it possible for us to spend the Holidays with our families and send our blessings and prayers to those who are not with thier loved ones this Holiday Season. I for one am thankful and wish them all a merry christmas and hope they return soon.
Subject: True Christmas
I had no Christmas spirit when I breathed a weary
sigh,
And looked across the table where the bills were piled
too high.
The laundry wasn't finished and the car I had to fix,
My stocks were down another point, the Dolphins lost by six.
And so with only minutes till my son got home from school
I gave up on the drudgery and grabbed a wooden stool.
The burdens that I carried were about all I could take,
And so I flipped the TV on to catch a little break.
I came upon a desert scene in shades of tan and rust,
No snowflakes hung upon the wind, just clouds of swirling dust.
And where the reindeer should have stood before a
laden sleigh,
Eight Hummers ran a column right behind an M1A.
A group of boys walked past the tank, not one was past
his teens.
Their eyes were hard as polished flint, their faces
drawn and lean.
They walked the street in armor with their rifles
shouldered tight,
Their dearest wish for Christmas, just to have a
silent night.
Other soldiers gathered, hunkered down against the wind,
To share a scrap of mail and dreams of going home again.
There wasn't much at all to put their lonely hearts at ease,
They had no Christmas turkey, just a pack of MREs.
They didn't have a garland or a stocking I could see,
They didn't need an ornament-- they lacked a Christmas Tree.
They didn't have a present even though it was tradition,
the only boxes I could see were labeled "ammunition."
I felt a little tug and found my son now by my side,
He asked me what it was I feared, and why it was I cried.
I swept him up into my arms and held him oh so near
and kissed him on the forehead as I whispered in his ear.
There's nothing wrong my little son, for safe we sleep tonight,
Our heroes stand on foreign land to give us all the right,
To worry on the things in life that mean nothing at all,
Instead of wondering if we will be the next to fall.
He looked at me as children do and said its always right,
to thank the ones who help us and perhaps that we should write.
And so we pushed aside the bills and sat to draft a note,
to thank the many far from home, and this is what we wrote:
God Bless You all and keep you safe, and speed your
way back home.
Remember that we love you so, and that you're not alone.
The gift you give you share with all, a present every day,
You give the gift of liberty and that we can't repay.
(Author unknown)
