"Twas 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 mantel, 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 a 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 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 grown ups would celebrate a bright Christmas Day. They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year, because all 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 watching for hours, so silent and still, ans we both shivered from the cold nights 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 this 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 Marine. The following is his request. I think it is reasonable..."PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S. Servicemen and women for our being available to celebrate these festivities. Let's try hard in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heros,living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your small part to plant this small seed."