Dear Listers, I believe this is a new peom, writtten by Austrailian defence personnel working in a peacekeeping role overseas. (Apologies for unintended cross-postings. Please forward it on). Cheers (Deb on behalf of) Ray in Melbourne, Australia .................................................................................. A CHRISTMAS TALE T'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 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 an Austrtalian soldier. Was this the hero of whom I'd just read - Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed? I realised that 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 grown-ups 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 fought 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 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 an Australian Peacekeeping soldier stationed overseas. The following is his request. I think it is reasonable. PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favour of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our all of the 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. ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Off topic as non family history - also, this is a chain letter. Thanks Linda & Tony List Admin ----- Original Message ----- From: "Deb Guildner" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]>; <[email protected]>; <[email protected]>; <[email protected]>; <[email protected]>; <[email protected]>; <[email protected]>; <[email protected]>; <[email protected]> Sent: Thursday, December 14, 2006 11:55 PM Subject: [PORTSMOUTH-GOSPORT] A Christmas tale > Dear Listers, > > I believe this is a new peom, writtten by Austrailian defence personnel > working in a peacekeeping role overseas. > (Apologies for unintended cross-postings. Please forward it on). > > Cheers > > (Deb on behalf of) Ray in Melbourne, Australia > .................................................................................. > > A CHRISTMAS TALE > > T'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 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 an Austrtalian soldier. > > Was this the hero of whom I'd just read - > Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed? > I realised that 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 grown-ups 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 fought 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 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 an Australian Peacekeeping soldier stationed > overseas. > > The following is his request. I think it is reasonable. > > PLEASE. > > Would you do me the kind favour of sending this to as many people as you > can? > > Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our all of the > 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. > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [email protected] with the word > 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the > message >