Twas the night before Christmas

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    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.
    As I looked all about, a strange sight I did see.
    No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
    No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand.
    On the wall hung pictures, of a far distant land.
    With medals and badges, awards of all kind.
    A sobering thought soon 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.
    And there he lay sleeping, silent, alone.
    Curled up on the floor in his one-bedroom home.
    He seemed so gentle, his face so serene.
    Not how I pictured a U.S. Marine.
    Was this the hero, of whom I’d just read?
    Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed?
    His head was clean-shaven, his weathered face tan.
    I soon understood, this was more than a man.
    For I realized the families, that I saw that night.
    Owed their lives to these men, who were willing to fight.
    Soon around the Nation, the children would play.
    And grown-ups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day.
    They all enjoyed freedom, each month and all year.
    Because of Marines like this one lying here.
    I couldn’t help wonder how many lay 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 I 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, I don't ask for more.
    My life is my God, my country, my Corps.
    With that he rolled over, drifted off into sleep.
    I couldn't control it, I continued to weep.
    I watched him for hours, so silent and still.
    I noticed he shivered from the cold night's chill.
    So I took off my jacket, the one made of red.
    And covered this Marine from his toes to his head.
    Then I put on his T-shirt of scarlet and gold.
    With an eagle, globe and anchor emblazoned so bold.
    And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride.
    And for one shining moment, I was Marine Corps deep inside.
    I didn't want to leave him so quiet in the night.
    This guardian of honor, so willing to fight.
    But half asleep he rolled over, and in a voice clean and pure.
    Said "Carry on, Santa, it's Christmas Day, all secure."
    One look at my watch and I knew he was right.
    Merry Christmas my friend, Semper Fi and goodnight.
     
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