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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=362744" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>It's Christmas Day! All's Secure</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Note: I don’t often put poems up that are not my own. But at the end this poem came with a request from the unknown author who wanted lots of people to read it by passing it on. As I read the poem I understood why and decide if I post it as the readership would end up worldwide. I removed the mark counter as it is not needed for this, but if want to pass this poem along please be my guest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">T'WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, <br>IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE.<br>I'D COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, <br>AND TO SEE, JUST WHO, IN THIS HOME HERE DID LIVE.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, <br>NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE.<br>NO STOCKING BY THE MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND.<br>ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS.<br>A SOBERING THOUGHT CAME TO MY MIND.<br>FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY.<br>I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE<br>CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.<br>THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN DISORDER.<br>NOT HOW I PICTURED A LONE BRITISH SOLDIER.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ? <br>CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED.<br>I REALISED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT<br>OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">SOON ALL 'ROUND THE WORLD THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY, <br>AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.<br>THEY ALL ENJOY FREEDOM EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR<br>BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS, LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I COULDN'T HELP WONDERING, HOW MANY ALONE<br>ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.<br>THE VERY THOUGHT BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE.<br>I DROPPED TO MY KNEES AND I STARTED TO CRY.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE SOLDIER AWAKENED AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE: <br>''SANTA DON'T CRY, THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE.<br>I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM, I DON'T ASK FOR MORE.<br>MY LIFE IS MY GOD, MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP<br>I COULDN'T CONTROL IT, I CONTINUED TO WEEP<br>I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS SO SILENT AND STILL.<br>WE BOTH SAT AND SHIVERED FROM THE COLD NIGHTS CHILL.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE ON THAT COLD DARK NIGHT, <br>THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOUR SO WILLING TO FIGHT.<br>THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE<br>WHISPERED: 'CARRY ON SANTA, ITS CHRISTMAS DAY! ALL'S SECURE' <br>ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT<br>'MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT' </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN BY A PEACE KEEPING SOLDIER STATIONED<br>OVERSEAS. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE FOLLOWING IS HIS REQUEST.... I THINK IT IS REASONABLE: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'PLEASE WOULD YOU DO ME THE KIND FAVOUR OF SENDING THIS TO AS<br>MANY PEOPLE AS YOU CAN'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Harris">David Harris</a><div class=q>
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