A Different Kind of Christmas Poem – written by Michael Marks

Now that this election is over it is time to remember our troops. Those that weren’t here for this election and have served while some were being petty, hateful and deceitful.

Thanksgiving is not far away and we should give thanks not only then but every day there are men and women out there fighting for us and this country to destroy evil.

Christmas won’t be far behind too and many of our brave people serving our country won’t get to come home for either holiday. I was one of those. I served 20 years and would ask that you remember those people both living and dead. This Friday, November 11, 2016 is veterans day. Please don’t forget them.

The following poem is on you tube and there is a link below. It has music and a background with pictures.

A Different Kind of Christmas Poem

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.

Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.

My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.  In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

The sound wasn’t loud, and it wasn’t too near, But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.  Perhaps just a cough, I didn’t quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.

My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door just to see who was near.  Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.

A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.  Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled, Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.

“What are you doing?” I asked without fear, “Come in this moment, it’s freezing out here!  Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve, You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!”

For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift, away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts… To the window that danced with a warm fire’s light.  Then he sighed and he said “Its really all right,

“I’m out here by choice. I’m here every night.” “It’s my duty to stand at the front of the line, That separates you from the darkest of times.

No one had to ask or beg or implore me, I’m proud to stand here like my fathers before me.  My Gramps died at ‘Pearl on a day in December,”  Then he sighed, “That’s a Christmas ‘Gram always remembers.”

My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ‘Nam’, And now it is my turn and so, here I am.  I’ve not seen my own son in more than a while, But my wife sends me pictures, he’s sure got her smile.

Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag, The red, white, and blue… an American flag.  I can live through the cold and the being alone, Away from my family, my house and my home.

I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet, I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.  I can carry the weight of killing another, Or lay down my life with my sister and brother…

Who stand at the front against any and all, To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall.”  “So go back inside,” he said, “harbor no fright, Your family is waiting and I’ll be all right.”

“But isn’t there something I can do, at the least, “Give you money,” I asked, “or prepare you a feast?  It seems all too little for all that you’ve done, for being away from your wife and your son.”

Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,


“Just tell us you love us, and never forget.  To fight for our rights back at home while we’re gone, to stand your own watch, no matter how long.


For when we come home, either standing or dead, to know you remember we fought and we bled.  Is payment enough, and with that we will trust, that we mattered to you as you mattered to us.”

Thanksgiving and Christmas will be coming soon and credit is more than due to our U.S. Service Men and Women in order for you and your loved ones  to be able to celebrate these festivities.  Let’s try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe.  Make people you know stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who are sacrificing themselves for us. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sUGOjNsE4aY

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Bartmantoo

20 year veteran of the military. Born in Pennsylvania, grew up in Florida and retired in Florida. I have had two wives, and four children. Love the sunshine, the beach and fresh air. I really hate the cold and snow. Love a good rare steak, baked potato with butter and sour cream. I am addicted to pasta and especially fresh bread from Publix.

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