Lynn C. Price

‘TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

‘Twas the night before Christmas, across this great land,
We slept safe in our beds while they patrolled in the sand.
They’d been up since dawn, their mission’s complete,
Coffee and rations, some mail they would read.

Lieutenant had told them today they might call,
Loved ones back home who missed them above all.
Mail call brought smiles, gifts Mom had made,
Letters from girls and photos from babes.

Someone got cookies; another had snacks,
A splash of good whiskey from a hidden gold flask.
Stories were told of Christmas back home,
Most Soldiers joined in, while some sat all alone.

The Chaplain stopped by, they all joined in prayer,
Carols sang softly in the cold desert air.
Each settled in for a restless night’s sleep,
“Forgive me dear Lord, sometimes it’s too deep.

I chose to be here, my Country I serve well,
With Brothers beside me; we’ve all walked through hell.
Give us this day, one day let us rest,
Tomorrow’s a new day, we’ll be back at our best.

Mom, if you’re wishing upon this same star,
Know that I love you and take care of my car!
Tell Dad there’ll be no football to bet on this year,
Give Grandma and Grandpa a cup of good cheer.

Let everyone know for now, I’m okay,
For me and my buddies, remember to pray.
May each of you know the cost to be free,
Have faith we have paid it, in America we believe!”

With dawn fast approaching, God looks from above,
“My children, you’re honored, and oh, how you’re loved.
Your Country still needs you, with Angels walk tall,
My Sons and My Daughters, for YOU, I gave all.”

Author’s Note: Dedicated to Our Soldiers, Our Veterans

Submitted for the December 2006 IWVPA Theme Project, “The Spirit of Christmas”