IT’S CHRISTMAS DAY ALL IS SECURE

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  1. I have been e-mailed the attached and found it quite moving so have posted for all to share and possibly pass on elsewhere.

    Hopefully this is the right place.


    IT’S CHRISTMAS DAY ALL IS SECURE


    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 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 FAR DISTANT LANDS

    WITH MEDALS AND BADGES AWARDS OF ALL KINDS

    A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND



    FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT IT WAS DARK AND DREARY

    I FOUND 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 SUCH DISORDER

    NOT HOW I PICTURED A LONE BRITISH 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

    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 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 AND 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 ITS CHRISTMAS DAY ALL IS SECURE'

    ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT

    'MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT'







    THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN BY A 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 SOME CREDIT IS DUE TO OUR BRITISH SERVICE MEN AND WOMEN FOR OUR BEING ABLE TO CELEBRATE THESE FESTIVITIES.

    LETS TRY IN THIS SMALL WAY TO PAY A TINY BIT BACK OF WHAT WE OWE
     
  2. Thank you, I must admit I had wondered where this came from.
     
  3. If you go here, you can listen to it being read by Schmidt himself (so i'm told) :)

    I have read in the dim and distant past that this poem was actually written in 1822 and changed by numerous people, including Schmidt, in just about every conflict since. The sentiment stays the same though whoever it is aimed at.
     
  4. Just read this out to my nearest and dearest and had her crying like a baby....oops
     
  5. sgtpepperband

    sgtpepperband War Hero Moderator Book Reviewer

    Despite the originator's sentiment, the message is somewhat diluted when you've received it twenty times from every spammer in your Inbox... 8O
     

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