Santa And The Soldier

[ChillDoubt]

As ever, no apologies for my obligatory annual post. Not everyone makes it home for Xmas and this is dedicated to HM Forces who have served and those who presently do but especially for those in far flung corners of the globe, preserving our safety, democracy and freedom that we so often take for granted.
Have a great Xmas, everyone:

SANTA AND THE SOLDIER

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 home did live
I looked all about, a strange sight to see
No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree
No stockings by mantle, just boots full of sand
On the wall hung some pictures of far distant lands
With medals and badges, awards of all kinds
A sobering thought came into my mind

For this house was different, so dark and so dreary
The home of a soldier, now I could see clearly
The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone
Curled up on the floor of this one bedroom home
The face was so gentle, the room in disorder
Not how I had pictured a young British soldier
So was this the hero, of whom I had read?
Curled up in a poncho, the floor for a bed?
I realised the families that I’d seen this night
Owed their lives to this soldier, so willing to fight

Soon all round the world the children would play
And grown ups would celebrate a bright Christmas Day
They all enjoyed freedom, each day of the year
Because of the soldier like the one lying here
I could not help but wonder how many lay alone
On a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from home
That very thought brought a tear to my eye
I dropped to my knees and started to cry

The soldier awakened and I heard his voice
Saying “Santa don’t cry, this life is my choice;
My life is my comrades, my Country, my Corps”
The soldier rolled over, drifted off back asleep
I couldn’t control it, continued to weep
I kept watch for hours, so silent and still
And both did we shiver from the cold night chill

I did not 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, it’s Christmas, all is secure”
A glance at my watch and I knew he was right
“Merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good night”.

[Theland]

Yes, a great sobering perspective.

[marval]

Thank you for that ChillDoubt, it certainly makes one think.

A happy Christmas to you.

[BAKERS DOZEN]

As the mum of an ex soldier I would like to say thank you for that. It was lovely but sadly very true. Hope you and yours have a happy Christmas and a peaceful New Year.

[-SharonA-]

Love this. Merry Xmas.

[emmie]

amazing, thank you so much