Thursday, December 8, 2011


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 house did live. I looked all about, a strange sight I did see, no tinsel, no presents, not even a  tree.

No stocking by the mantle, just boots filled with sand, and on the wall pictures of far distant lands. With medals and badges, awards of all kinds, a sobering thought came to my mind. For this house was different, so dark and so dreary the home of a soldier, now 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 soon 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 evening'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".

By Lance Corporal James M Schmidt

A gentleman came in today at work and shared this with a few of us and I just felt it was worthy to pass along to my blogging readers. We do owe thanks to all of the service men and women who serve faithfully so far from home. Many in places where conditions are to horrible to think about and with danger surrounding them every where. Remember to pray they will feel the loving hands of God watching and protecting them.



Mari said...

It's very touching!

Shelly said...

Very nice! We do need to think of our soldiers! I have total respect for our military and their families!

Connie said...

A good reminder for all of us.

Jacana said...

Thank you for this. I happened to stumble across your blog and as a mother of a soldier who is currently in Afghanistan (we are from Australia) it was nice to think that someone else from somewhere else was remembering them. It was hard at Christmas with the empty seat. Thankyou.