T'WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
>
> HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
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> IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE,
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> MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE.
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>
>
> I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY,
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> WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
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> AND TO SEE JUST WHO,
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> IN THIS HOME, DID LIVE.
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>
>
> I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
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> A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
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> NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
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> NOT EVEN A TREE.
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>
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> NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
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> JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
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> ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES,
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> OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.
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>
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> WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
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> AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
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> A SOBER THOUGHT,
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> CAME THROUGH MY MIND.
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>
>
> FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
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> IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
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> I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
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> ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.
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>
>
> THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
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> SILENT, ALONE,
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> CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR,
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> IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.
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>
>
> THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
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> THE ROOM IN DISORDER,
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> NOT HOW I PICTURED,
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> AN AUSTRALIAN SOLDIER.
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>
>
> WAS THIS THE HERO,
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> OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
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> CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
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> THE FLOOR FOR A BED?
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>
>
> I REALIZED THE FAMILIES,
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> THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
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> OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS,
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> WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.
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>
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> SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
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> THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
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> AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE,
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> A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.
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>
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> THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM,
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> EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
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> BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
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> LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.
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>
>
> I COULDN'T HELP WONDER,
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> HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
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> ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE,
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> IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.
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>
>
> THE VERY THOUGHT BROUGHT,
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> A TEAR TO MY EYE,
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> I DROPPED TO MY KNEES,
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> AND STARTED TO CRY.
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>
>
> THE SOLDIER AWAKENED,
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> AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
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> "SANTA DON'T CRY,
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> THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;
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>
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> I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
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> I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
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> MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
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> MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS."
>
>
>
> THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
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> AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
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> I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,
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> I CONTINUED TO WEEP.
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>
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> I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
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> SO SILENT AND STILL,
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> AND WE BOTH SHIVERED,
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> FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.
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>
>
> I DID NOT WANT TO LEAVE,
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> ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
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> THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR,
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> SO WILLING TO FIGHT.
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>
>
> THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
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> WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
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> WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA,
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> IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE."
>
>
>
> ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
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> AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
>
> "MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,
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> A ND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."
>
> This poem was written by an Australian Peacekeeping soldier
> stationed overseas. The following is his request. I think it is reasonable
>
2007-12-21
10:14:04
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