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A Christmas Poem
A Canadian Peace Keeper

It was 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 disorder,

not how I pictured,

a true Canadian soldier.


Was this the hero,

of whom I'd just read?

curled up on a poncho,

the floor for a bed?


I realised 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 did not want to leave,

on that cold, dark, night,

this guardian of honour,

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 Peacekeeping soldier stationed overseas.

Makes people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us.

Submitted by Morris Hill and Jack Albrecht - Christmas 2019

Canadian peace keepers

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