Navy Corpsman's Night Before Christmas

LARGER PICS HERE FROM BOOK Authors: Christine Ford & Trish Holland View More by This Author Description This story, written for military families, is about a visit from “the Santa of Sailors” to those who can’t be home for Christmas. ’Twas the night before Christmas, when way out to sea Not a creature was stirring to windward or lee. The sailors were nestled all snug in their racks Like orders of pancakes, so tight were the stacks. One Christmas Eve out at sea, some homesick sailors are paid a visit by Master Chief Claus, the Santa of Sailors. This lively and poignant tale was inspired by Clement C. Moore’s classic yuletide poem. Navy Corpsman's Night Before Christmas "'Twas the night before Christmas as I flew o'er the Marine Base, when I spied a young man who seemed out of place. His eyes showed compassion, his hair a bit long, but his head was held high and his body was strong. His air was confident, his uniform smart, but what impressed me most was the size of his heart. For he embodied honor, one of this country's best, and the words U.S. NAVY showed large on his chest. As I stood there in wonder and gazed into his eyes, the words that he spoke took me quite by surprise. "What's wrong Santa, haven't you ever seen a sailor before?" I sensed something special and longed to know more. "To be honest, this field thing wasn't part of my plan, but God didn't give me a boat or tin can." The words he spoke next surprised me all the more, "But I'm as proud of my Navy as I am of the Corps!" "Don't worry Santa, that I'm a sailor you see, for when a Marine goes down they will still call on me. They'll forget I'm a sailor, they'll call in my stock. At the top of their lungs they'll yell ,"Get me the doc!" "And I'll answer that call, anytime, anywhere. Though I know I'm a target I really don't care. I'll face incoming fire as I race cross the land, and use my very own body to shield a downed man." "Working long hours and into the night, my unit's battle is over, but I'm just starting to fight. For the life of every Marine is sacred to me. I refuse to surrender them to death, and in that I'll find victory." "And yet I'll take the time to comfort a dying man, to sit down by his side, to reach out and hold his hand. For it takes as much courage to care as to fight. For just as the poem says, many don't "go gently into that night." "Santa, it's not any one uniform that makes you a man, but rather it's those ideals for which you choose to stand. I draw my line here, it's long and it's plain. For pain, hurt and suffering are the things I disdain." I know very well that I may lose my life, so that a Marine may see an unmet child and young wife. So Santa, it really doesn't matter if they don't like my hair. I'm a Navy Corpsman, their Doc, and I'll always be there." "I follow the brave docs who have come long before, from Belleau Wood, Iwo, and Lebanon's shore. As history proudly shows, they all gave their best, and for those who have died, surely they're blessed." "At Inchon, the gulf and times during Tet, our brothers have fallen, but we carry on yet. For we carry their honor and legacy still." As I held back my tears it took all of my will. I had to leave him there for I had other plans, but I knew in my heart that the Corps is in good hands. As I flew away I heard his laughter, it rang so loud and clear. "Hey Santa, how 'bout a nice pair of boots for the 26 miler next year?" HMC(FMF/SW) Mark Forsberg 2/3 UDP, Okinawa, December 1997 Thanks For Visiting

Walkin' in My Winter UnderWare

Came across this and thought..  hmm I'm from Minnesota and I don't recall this, but Those of us of a certain age in good ol cold Scandinavian Mini-sno-tah {Minnesota) will remember Casey Jones lipsynching to to Jimmy Jenson’s recording vilst vearing some red skivvies, you betcha! A clip from a retrospective of the Minnesota kids' show Lunch with Casey, circa 1970. See also de Scandenavian version: Stan Boreson Vinter Undervare Thanks For Visiting

Twas A Quilters Christmas

This poem was published in  Quilting Today, Issue No. 9, Oct/Nov. 1988.  It is called:  Ode to a Quilter, by Gloria E. Webster  (with apologies to Clement Moore)  'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring except a wee mouse and Mama in her kerchief, still stitching away to finish a quilt for the very next day. "I've done one for Steve and one for sweet Sue. There's one for young Paul and my Sarah, too. If only I finish this last one tonight, little Mary will surely cry with delight!" Then out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, she jumped from her chair to see what was the matter. "Now what's all that noise," she thought with a frown, "I do hope the old chimney's not falling down!" She peered out the window and what did appear but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer - With a little spry driver, so lively and quick, she knew it certainly was not old Saint Nick! And in a twinkling she heard on the roof the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. Then down the chimney he came, dressed all in red. She thought she was dreaming and still in her bed! He was clad all in fur from his head to his foot and he called out to her, "You should clean out that soot!" "Clean out that soot? No time to sew? Young man, you're crazy - now go, go, GO! I must finish this quilt before the morning light. I've been sewing all day and most of the night." He danced as he worked, a right jolly old elf, and she laughed as she watched him, in spite of herself. Then he filled all the stockings from his patchwork sack. It was stuffed to the brim and hung on his back. He gave a quick nod and when he was through, smiling at her, up the chimney he flew. Dazed, she wondered if that really might be... "No," she murmured, "my eyes are playing tricks on me." And grimly she put needle to cloth once again. "Next year, truly, on January First I'll begin, no more sewing and quilting on the very last night. These weird dreams are too much." Then she turned out the light. "Yes, next year I'll be organized. I'll be done on time." ("Ho, ho," chortled Santa, "Seems I've heard that line.") Now her quilts were all wrapped and under the tree; Of course, not all were complete - it just couldn't be. But tucked into two boxes were notes with this line: "To be finished after Christmas - Mom ran out of time!" And Santa was heard to exclaim as he drove out of sight, "Merry Christmas to all - and happy quilting each night!" Thanks For Visiting

The Real First Night Of Christmas

'Twas the first night of Christmas a long time ago The hillside was peaceful, the moon was aglow. The world couldn't know from what happened before That men would remember this night evermore. The sheep on the hillside--their days journey over Were dreaming sweet dreams of a field full of clover. The shepherds were watchful while guarding their flock The earth was their pillow, the stars were their clock. Then all of a sudden, they jumped at the sight Of the sky all ablaze with a heavenly light. They huddled in fear, then they started to rise As the lightening-like flash tore open the skies.< The heavens were split by the silvery ray. The dark disappeared and the night became day. And lo, at the end of the rainbow of light Appeared then an angel to banish their fright. The angel brought news of a birth in a manger And bade them to hasten to welcome the stranger. For Mary had just given birth to a boy Whose coming would bring so much comfort and joy. A choir of angels looked down from the sky And heavenly voices were heard from on high: Peace be on earth and good will to all men. The Savior has come on this night, Amen. The heavenly angels then faded from sight. The sky once again turned from day to night. The shepherds all quietly rose from the ground And hurried to go where the child would be found. As they reached Bethlehem and the inn was in sight From the barn came a trickle of half-hidden light. It led like a path to a soft little bed And shone very tenderly on a child's head. The child in the manger was sleeping so sound His eyes were still closed, as the shepherds stood round. From that instant of grace on that night long ago Thousands of years would be warmed by the glow. Guided by light from a bright shining star Came a pilgrimage led of three kings from afar. They were dressed in the finest of satins and lace. Their complexions were that of an Orient race. The three wealthy kings were wise men and proud But they went to the Christ child and solemnly bowed. They came bearing treasures of incense and gold To that sweet little child, still not very old. The star in the sky twinkled down from above The world was awakened to kindness and love. The past was forgotten, the future was bright And the spirit of Christmas was born on that night. ~*~ author unknown ~*~

LORI and Her Family Wish You
MERRY CHRISTMAS 
With Your Days Being Blessed.
For JESUS Is The Reason
For This Joyous Season!
For Versions Told Here
Are Why This Season Remains This Year!

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Time for the popcorn and some movies Holiday Popcorn Bag @ Sam's Club $14.98 Beauty and the Beast: The Enchanted Christmas ( 1997). by lori-ann2 default page for Dailymotion  redirect page for dmbwtiq6nysqyca01.html [dailymotion src="x3kdi91"][/dailymotion] Trying out shortcodes ??? not working yet Thanks For Visiting

Twas The Gift

It was right around midnight and I heard a clatter I wasn't concerned what was the matter I fluffed my pillow and reassured Ma - "Go back to sleep: It's Santa Claus." Down the chimney to the living room He took care of business like a sonic boom; And then I heard a "Ho, Ho, Ho", And I knew off he'd go. But, all of a sudden I heard a thump, thump, thump Perhaps Santa's sleigh on my house did bump.  So I decided I better take a look. I put up the ladder and climbed to the roof. Now, I knew Santa had looked in his book And he'd found that I've been good, but up on the roof what did appear a special gift from a reindeer. I've seen droppings before but never this size fall out of the clouds or down from the sky Here was something earthly made a miniature sewer on my roof did lay The size of a bowling ball The smell of chocolate chip And over the side of my roof; An awful drip. Then Ma awoke to look outside There she saw a terrible sight - Tho not too smart, she did know That brown is not the color of snow. I took double strength garbage bag to the roof and amidst the prints of reindeer hoof - I took my shovel and held my nose Put the 'gift' in the bag, and got the hose. As I watered the mess to the ground I looked up for a passing sound It was Santa's sleigh, reindeer collars going jingle Santa waved - I gave the reindeer the finger - "Goodnight to All" I heard him say "Hey Santa - next year come without the sleigh." Have no doubt that Santa is real He does come each and every year The evidence left behind is surely the proof cause I was blessed with Rudolph's poop. By Roy Harper Thanks For Visiting

Holiday Dieting Tips

If you eat dozens of chocolates quickly, the constant motion might help burn a few calories!  Cookie pieces contain no calories because the process of breakage cause calorie leakage!  If you drink a diet soda with a candy bar, they cancel each other out!  If no one sees you eat it, it has no calories.  Food used for medicinal purposes NEVER count, such as hot chocolate, and Sara Lee Cheesecake  Repeat multiple times "I am not fat, I am caloriccally gifted"  Anything consumed while standing has no calories. This due to gravity and the density of the caloric mass  When eating with someone else, calories don't count if you both eat the same amount.  Cookie pieces contain no calories because the process of breakage causes calorie leakage.  If you eat the food off someone else's plate, it doesn't count.  If you eat standing up the calories all go to your feet and get walked off.  Food eaten at Christmas parties has no calories, courtesy of Santa.  Movie-related foods are much lower in calories simply because they are a part of the entertainment experience and not part of one's personal fuel.  and most importantly, always remember  STRESSED spelled backwards=DESSERTS  Thanks For Visiting

Why Christmas Trees Are Better Than A Man

A Christmas tree doesn't care how many other Christmas trees you have had in the past. Christmas trees don't get mad if you use exotic electrical devices. A Christmas tree doesn't care if you have an artificial one in the closet. ------------- A Christmas tree doesn't get mad if you break one of its balls.You can feel a Christmas tree before you take it home. When you are done with a Christmas tree you can throw it on the curb and have it hauled away. ------------- A Christmas tree doesn't get jealous around other Christmas trees.You don't have to put up with a Christmas tree all year long. A Christmas tree is always erect.Even small ones give satisfaction ------------- A Christmas tree stays up for 12 days and nights. It looks good - even with the lights on. And last but not least... A Christmas tree doesn't get mad if you tie it up and throw it in the back of your car.

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