A Soldier's Christmas Prayer

Hello, friends! Thank you so much for your sweet comments yesterday. Y'all truly are the best and are so kind. I, myself am still super bummed I didn't take a picture of my crazy hair. Maybe one day I'll try and recreate it for you, just because I love y'all that much.

Yesterday I was able to work from home, which was amazing after such a fun filled weekend. However, it got me thinking. About the men and women that don't get that opportunity to call in to work from home, or call in sick when they've had a rough weekend. Which then got me thinking about the men and women, servicing our country in foreign lands, all in the name of freedom. To many, they are an afterthought and forgotten, but to others they are family dearly missed.

Sportyspice dealt with a deployed boyfriend over Christmas, so I've seen the heartache, but I've also seen the smiles packages and letters can bring. So, even though I know there is probably enough on your plate, do our military a small favor and send a message overseas to a solider. It doesn't take much to send just a card to brighten someone's day.

In honor of the those overseas, I'm posting the Solider's Christmas Prayer, today. The poem mights say ARMY, but I believe it includes Navy, Air Force, Coast Guard and National Guard, too. Hoo-ah and God Bless!

A Soldier's Christmas Prayer

(author unknown)

‘Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,

In a one bedroom house made of plaster & 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 the fire, just boots filled with sand,

On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands.

 With medals & badges, awards of all kind

A sober thought came through my mind.

For this house was different, so dark & dreary,

I knew I had found the home of a soldier, once I could see clearly.

I heard stories about them, I had to see more

So I walked down the hall & pushed open the door.

And there he lay sleeping silent alone,

Curled up on the floor in his one bedroom home.

His face so gentle, his room in such disorder,

Not how I pictured a United States soldier.

Was this the hero of whom I’d just read?

Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed?

His head was clean shaven, his weathered face tan,

I soon understood this was more than a man.

For I realized the families that I saw that night

Owed their lives to these men who were willing to fight.

Soon ‘round the world, the children would play,

And grownups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day.

They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year,

Because of soldiers like this one lying here.

I couldn’t help wonder how many lay alone

On a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from home.

Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye,

I dropped to my knees & started to cry.

The soldier awakened & 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.”

With that he rolled over & drifted off into sleep,

I couldn’t control it, I continued to weep.

I watched him for hours, so silent & still,

I noticed he shivered from the cold night’s chill.

So I took off my jacket, the one made of red,

And I covered this Soldier from his toes to his head.

And I put on his T-shirt of gray & black,

With an eagle & an Army patch embroidered on back.

And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride,

And for a shining moment, I was United States Army deep inside.

I didn’t want to leave him on that cold dark night,

This guardian of honor so willing to fight.

Then the soldier rolled over,

whispered with a voice so clean & pure,

“Carry on Santa, it’s Christmas Day, all is secure.”

One look at my watch, & I knew he was right,

Merry Christmas my friend, & to all a good night!

My lil bit of cheer today, is a picture of our family Christmas tree. I went home, after work for the annual fun festivities of decorating the tree. As usual, it was an evening filled with music, snacks, sparkles, ornaments and of course, Christmas cheer. #ornamentsonthefloor #familyfuntimes #pineappleoranment #sparkles!