T’was The Night Before Christmas

By Leigh Currey Merrifield, Editor

“T’was the Night Before Christmas” … but this is a quite different version than you’ve read before. I received this via e-mail and while reading it, it certainly gave me some ‘food for thought’ as I hope it will you as well. Written by a gentleman by the name of Michael Marks, it should give us all good reason to be EXTRA grateful when we are tucked in our beds on Christmas Eve with visions of sugar plums dancing in our heads. Some are not so fortunate …………..
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest;
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree, I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve!
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep …
Secure and surrounded by love, I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem …
I slumbered, and perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn’t loud and it wasn’t too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn’t quite know.
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble; I struggled to hear.
And I crept to the door to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old –
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me and my wife and my child.
“What are you doing?” I asked without fear.
“Come in this moment; it’s freezing out here!
Put down your pack; brush the snow from your sleeve;
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve.”
For barely a moment, I saw his eyes shift
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts …
To the window that danced with a warm fire’s light.
“I’m out here by choice. I’m here every night.
It’s my duty to stand at the front of the line
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me;
I’m proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at Pearl on a day in December;
That’s a Christmas Gram will always remember.
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of Nam,
And now it is my turn, and so here I am …
I’ve not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures; he’s sure got her smile!”
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag
The red, white, and blue – an American flag!
“I can live through the cold and the being alone …
Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet;
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life for my sister and brother
Who stand at the front against any and all
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall.
So go back inside,” he said, “Harbor no fright.
Your family is waiting and I’ll be all right.”
“But isn’t there something I can do – at least
Give you money,” I asked, “or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you’ve done …
For being away from your wife and your son.”
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret …
“Just tell us you love us and never forget
To fight for our rights back at home while we’re gone,
And to stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead –
To know you remember we fought and we bled
Is payment enough … and with that we will trust
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us.”
As you gather ‘round your Christmas tree with family and friends … or take your places for a meal on Christmas Day, give a thought or two to those families who have an empty seat at their table during the holidays. Support our troops with your prayers and thanks. Make their safety one of your Christmas wishes … along with peace in the New Year!

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