dahunan
Lifer
> >
> >
> > I had no Christmas spirit
> > when I breathed a weary sigh,
> > And looked across the table
> > where the bills were piled too high.
> >
> > The laundry wasn't finished
> > and the car I had to fix,
> > My stocks were down another point,
> > the Dolphins lost by six.
> >
> > And so with only minutes
> > till my son got home from school
> > I gave up on the drudgery
> > and grabbed a wooden stool.
> >
> > The burdens that I carried
> > were about all I could take,
> > And so I flipped the TV on
> > to catch a little break.
> >
> > I came upon a desert scene
> > in shades of tan and rust,
> > No snowflakes hung upon the wind,
> > just clouds of swirling dust.
> >
> > And where the reindeer
> > should have stood before a laden sleigh,
> > Eight Hummers ran a column
> > right behind an M1A.
> >
> > A group of boys walked past
> > the tank, not one was past his teens.
> > Their eyes were hard as polished flint,
> > their faces drawn and lean.
> >
> > They walked the street in
> > armor with their rifles shouldered tight,
> > Their dearest wish for Christmas,
> > just to have a silent night.
> >
> > Other soldiers gathered,
> > hunkered down against the wind,
> > To share a scrap of mail and
> > dreams of going home again.
> >
> > There wasn't much at all to
> > put their lonely hearts at ease,
> > They had no Christmas turkey,
> > just a pack of MREs.
> >
> > They didn't have a garland
> > or a stocking I could see,
> > They didn't need an ornament--
> > they lacked a Christmas Tree.
> >
> > They didn't have a present
> > even though it was tradition,
> > the only boxes I could see
> > were labeled "ammunition."
> >
> > I felt a little tug and
> > found my son now by my side,
> > He asked me what it was I feared,
> > and why it was I cried.
> >
> > I swept him up into my arms
> > and held him oh so near
> > and kissed him on the forehead
> > as I whispered in his ear.
> >
> > There's nothing wrong my
> > little son, for safe we sleep tonight,
> > Our heroes stand on foreign
> > land to give us all the right,
> >
> > To worry on the things in
> > life that mean nothing at all,
> > Instead of wondering if we
> > will be the next to fall.
> >
> > He looked at me as children
> > do and said its always right,
> > to thank the ones who help us
> > and perhaps that we should write.
> >
> > And so we pushed aside the
> > bills and sat to draft a note,
> > to thank the many far from home,
> > and this is what we wrote:
> >
> > God Bless You all and keep
> > you safe, and speed your way back home.
> > Remember that we love you so,
> > and that you're not alone.
> >
> > The gift you give you share
> > with all, a present every day,
> > You give the gift of liberty
> > and that we can't repay.
> > ~author unknown~
> >
> > I had no Christmas spirit
> > when I breathed a weary sigh,
> > And looked across the table
> > where the bills were piled too high.
> >
> > The laundry wasn't finished
> > and the car I had to fix,
> > My stocks were down another point,
> > the Dolphins lost by six.
> >
> > And so with only minutes
> > till my son got home from school
> > I gave up on the drudgery
> > and grabbed a wooden stool.
> >
> > The burdens that I carried
> > were about all I could take,
> > And so I flipped the TV on
> > to catch a little break.
> >
> > I came upon a desert scene
> > in shades of tan and rust,
> > No snowflakes hung upon the wind,
> > just clouds of swirling dust.
> >
> > And where the reindeer
> > should have stood before a laden sleigh,
> > Eight Hummers ran a column
> > right behind an M1A.
> >
> > A group of boys walked past
> > the tank, not one was past his teens.
> > Their eyes were hard as polished flint,
> > their faces drawn and lean.
> >
> > They walked the street in
> > armor with their rifles shouldered tight,
> > Their dearest wish for Christmas,
> > just to have a silent night.
> >
> > Other soldiers gathered,
> > hunkered down against the wind,
> > To share a scrap of mail and
> > dreams of going home again.
> >
> > There wasn't much at all to
> > put their lonely hearts at ease,
> > They had no Christmas turkey,
> > just a pack of MREs.
> >
> > They didn't have a garland
> > or a stocking I could see,
> > They didn't need an ornament--
> > they lacked a Christmas Tree.
> >
> > They didn't have a present
> > even though it was tradition,
> > the only boxes I could see
> > were labeled "ammunition."
> >
> > I felt a little tug and
> > found my son now by my side,
> > He asked me what it was I feared,
> > and why it was I cried.
> >
> > I swept him up into my arms
> > and held him oh so near
> > and kissed him on the forehead
> > as I whispered in his ear.
> >
> > There's nothing wrong my
> > little son, for safe we sleep tonight,
> > Our heroes stand on foreign
> > land to give us all the right,
> >
> > To worry on the things in
> > life that mean nothing at all,
> > Instead of wondering if we
> > will be the next to fall.
> >
> > He looked at me as children
> > do and said its always right,
> > to thank the ones who help us
> > and perhaps that we should write.
> >
> > And so we pushed aside the
> > bills and sat to draft a note,
> > to thank the many far from home,
> > and this is what we wrote:
> >
> > God Bless You all and keep
> > you safe, and speed your way back home.
> > Remember that we love you so,
> > and that you're not alone.
> >
> > The gift you give you share
> > with all, a present every day,
> > You give the gift of liberty
> > and that we can't repay.
> > ~author unknown~
