T'was
the
night
before
Christmas, I
had
come
down
the
chimney I
looked
all
about, No
stockings
by
mantle, With
medals
and
badges, For
this
house
was
different, The
soldier
lay
sleeping, The
face
was
so
gentle, Was
this
the
hero
of
whom
I'd
just
read? Soon
round
the
world, They
all
enjoyed
freedom I
couldn't
help
wonder The
very
thought The
soldier
awakened I
fight
for
freedom. The
soldier
rolled
over I
kept
watch
for
hours. I
didn't
want
to
leave Then
the
soldier
rolled
over; One
look
at
my
watch,
Written by: A Marine stationed in Okinawa, Japan.
All Graphics and Designs are ŠJen's Christmas Chest, 2000-2003
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