Its my turn to be cheesy

ms.tangledwebs · Post by **ms.tangledwebs** » Tue Dec 23, 2003 1:39 am

I received this in my email thought there were a few on here that might like it.

'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, THEY LIVED ALL ALONE,
ON A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE.
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 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 UNITED STATES SOLDIER.
WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED?
I REALIZED 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 ENJOYED FREEDOM EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS, LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.
I COULDN'T HELP WONDER HOW MANY LAY 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 SHIVERED FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.
I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR SO WILLING TO FIGHT.
THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER, WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA, IT'S 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 Marine stationed in Okinawa Japan.

Logic · Post by **Logic** » Tue Dec 23, 2003 2:14 am

That was extremely saddening.

Yvan Eht Nioj

ms.tangledwebs · Post by **ms.tangledwebs** » Tue Dec 23, 2003 2:15 am

Logic wrote:Yvan Eht Nioj

gotta love the Simpsons

Logic · Post by **Logic** » Tue Dec 23, 2003 2:21 am

For what it's worth..the poem is written pretty well. Flows nicely. There is a lot of heart....something I hope I never have to feel....even though it's absolutely meaningless to me.

ms.tangledwebs · Post by **ms.tangledwebs** » Tue Dec 23, 2003 9:58 pm

Logic wrote:For what it's worth..the poem is written pretty well. Flows nicely. There is a lot of heart....something I hope I never have to feel....even though it's absolutely meaningless to me.

well, dear, you weren't exactly the audience I was posting for

Painsure · Post by **Painsure** » Wed Dec 24, 2003 12:11 am

But are we not all children of doom? I am so proud to say. I feel self-hatred upon reading that demure re-working of a x-tian classic. Self-hatred is love. I can honestly say that I am unhappy with myself all too often. Death can be my only check-mate. Check-mate.

:-x

As I pine away, b1tche$. Filthy little scum.