[GCFL-discuss] Fwd: Twas the night before Christmas...

Wed Nov 26 13:42:48 CST 2003

This is really good also. Think about it. Jim
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 Subject: Twas the night before Christmas...
 From: Bearhoop99 at aol.com
 Date: Wed Nov 26 02:20:16 GMT 2003
 To: Bearhoop99 at aol.com
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 MANTLE, 
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 THE 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 GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE 
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY. 

THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM 
EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR, 
BECAUSE 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 WATCH FOR HOURS, 
SO SILENT AND STILL 
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED 
FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S 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 A 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 stationed in Okinawa Japan. 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. 
service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities.Let's try 
in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think 
of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do 
your small part to plant this small seed. 

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Subject: Twas the night before Christmas...
 From: Bearhoop99 at aol.com
 Date: Wed Nov 26 02:20:16 GMT 2003
 To: Bearhoop99 at aol.com
<HTML>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 MANTLE, 
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 THE 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 GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE 
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY. 
 
THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM 
EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR, 
BECAUSE 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 WATCH FOR HOURS, 
SO SILENT AND STILL 
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED 
FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S 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 A 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 stationed in Okinawa Japan. 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. service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities.Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your small part to plant this small seed. 
 
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