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Merry Christmas My Friend
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 domicile did live.
As I looked all about
a strange sight I did see
no tinsel, no presents,
not even a tree.
No stockings by the fire,
just boots filled with sand
on the wall hung pictures
of a far off land.
With medals and badge,
awards of all kinds
a sobering thought came to my mind.
For this house was different,
unlike any I'd seen
this was the home of a U.S. Marine.
I'd heard stories about them,
I had to see more
so I walked down the hall
and pushed open the door.
There he lay sleeping,
silent and alone
curled up on his bed
in his one bedroom home.
His head was clean shaven,
his weathered face tan
I soon understood.
this was more than a man.
I realized that the families
that I would see this night
owed their lives to these men
who are willing to fight.
In hours, around the nation,
the children would play and grown ups
would celebrate on a bright Christmas Day.
They all enjoyed freedom, all month and all year
because of Marines, like the one lying here.
I couldn't help wonder how many lie alone
on a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from home.
Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye
I dropped to my knees and started to cry.
He must have awoken for I heard a rough voice
Santa don't cry, this life is my choice.
I fight for freedom and I don't ask for more
my life is my God, my Country, and Corps.
As I looked at this guardian so willing to fight
he saluted and said,
"Merry Christmas my friend.
Semper Fi and goodnight."
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JPR Racing
http://jprmotorsports.blogspot.com
1972 Nova
460 C.I. 10.83 NA @ 122.98
1/8 Mile 6.841@ 100.65
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