Twas the night before Christmas On the front lines
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
Perhaps a Marine huddled here in the cold.
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
"Come in this moment, its freezing out here!
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts,
Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
I am out here by choice. I am here every night"
That separates you from the darkest of times.
I am proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
Then he sighed, "Thats a Christmas that Gram always remembers."
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
But my wife sends me pictures; he has sure got her smile.
The red white and blue... an American flag.
Away from my family, my house and my home,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat;
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."
Your family is waiting and Ill be all right."
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
For being away from your wife and your son."
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
To know you remember we fought and we bled
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us.