Post by Sara02Fan on Dec 3, 2004 22:21:36 GMT -5
Christmas Poem
> >
> > 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 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. The
> > following is his request. I think it is reasonable.....
> >
> > PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many
> > people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is
> > due to our U.S. service men and women for our being able to celebrate
> > these festivities.Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of
> > what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and
> > dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your small part to
> > plant this small seed.
> >
>Kathleen Benken
>Owner/Vice President
>H.J. Benken Florist & Greenhouses, Inc.
>6000 Plainfield Road
>Cincinnati, Ohio 45213
>513-891-1040
>Fax: 513-792-7564
>
>'You get the best out of others when you give the best of yourself"
>
>
>
>
>
> >
> > 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 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. The
> > following is his request. I think it is reasonable.....
> >
> > PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many
> > people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is
> > due to our U.S. service men and women for our being able to celebrate
> > these festivities.Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of
> > what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and
> > dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your small part to
> > plant this small seed.
> >
>Kathleen Benken
>Owner/Vice President
>H.J. Benken Florist & Greenhouses, Inc.
>6000 Plainfield Road
>Cincinnati, Ohio 45213
>513-891-1040
>Fax: 513-792-7564
>
>'You get the best out of others when you give the best of yourself"
>
>
>
>
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