5 days before Christmas.. the sun is out, seems like for the first time in weeks. Many are doing their shopping, visiting family and friends, going to parties, looking forward to many of the great things about the holidays. We want to be sure to remember all of those who sacrifice so much to keep us free and secure. To those who have served, are serving, or will serve our great nation, and your families, the management, staff, and entire racing community wishes you all a very blessed Christmas. https://youtube/watch?v=OiCLxkSoqtk 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 To see just who in this dwelling did live. I looked all around, a strange sight to see - No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree. No stocking on the mantle, just boots filled with sand. On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands. Metals n badges, awards of every kind; A sobering thought came alive in my mind. This house was different... it was dark, it was dreary. I had found the home of a soldier, I could see that most clearly. The soldier lay sleeping, Silent, Alone; Curled up on the floor in this one bedroom home. His face was so gentle, the room in such disorder; Not at all how I pictured a United States soldier. Was this the hero of whom Id just read; Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed? Then I realized the other families I saw this night, Owed their lives to soldiers Who were willing to fight. In the morning, round the world, children would play; Grown-ups would celebrate a bright Christmas Day. But they all enjoy freedom each month of the year, Because of soldiers like the one lying here. I couldnt help but wonder how many lay alone, On a cold Christma Eve in lands far from home. The very thought brought a tear to my eye; I dropped to my knees, I started to cry. The soldier awakened, I heard his rough voice, Santa dont cry, this life is MY choice. I fight for freedom, I dont ask for more; My life is my God, my country, my corps. The soldier rolled over, and drifted to sleep. But, I couldnt control it, I continued to weep. I kept watch for hours, so silent and still; As both of us shivered from the cold nights chill. I didnt want to leave him On that cold, dark night; This guardian of honor, so willing to fight. Then, the soldier rolled over, in a voice soft and pure, He whispered, Carry on Santa, its Christmas Day, all is secure. One look at my watch, I knew he was right. Merry Christmas my friend, may God bless you this night.
Posted on: Sat, 20 Dec 2014 19:23:45 +0000
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