Storytime Day 25: From A Soldier At Christmas Time

I’ll be with you for Christmas, In each twinkling light you see. I’ll be the angel of love this year, That tops your Christmas tree. As the snow flakes start to fall, Floating gently to the ground. There I’ll be for you to touch, In each flake I can be found. The voice you hear in your heart, As you sing your carols of cheer, Will be mine joining in with yours, So there’s no reason for tears. The many long miles between us, Will cease to exist Christmas day. I’ll be right there inside your heart, Until I can come home to stay. Stars you see, well I see them too, We’ll share the soft moonlit sky. Soon I’ll hold you once again, You’ll see how time will fly. © Norma Marek ~ 6th December 2003 Thanks For Visiting

A Soldier's Christmas

Somewhere under this same sky, Far away in a foreign land. A dedicated soldier fights, Abiding to military command. Where death is true reality, And his own life is at stake. Fighting there for freedom, For another country's sake. He puts up a brave front, Though he's filled with fear. The face of death that lies before him, Is unbelievably vivid and so clear. Seeing and doing things, That he will never forget. Out of his sense of duty, With his own sanity at threat. Yet with a watchful eye, He loyally stands at guard. His once lively spirit broken, And his soul forever scarred. He has freely chosen this life, And he holds no regret. Stealing along through the night, Is his darkened silhouette. He fights for the freedom of others, With honour and with pride. A volunteer for humanity, Putting his own life aside. Trying to stay alive and safe, In fox holes of sand. As the terrorizing sounds of war, Echo loudly across foreign land. With dirt upon his face, And sometimes little to eat. Where sleep is a luxury, And him so weary and beat. Back at home is his mother Who fears for his life. Not wanting for her son, All the terror, turmoil and strife. On Christmas day at home, There will be an empty chair. One less plate setting, And fingerprint less shining silverware. With her head bowed loyally, His mother will say a prayer. To ask her son to come back home, She knows to him would be unfair. She'll pray for his safety, As well as all the others. Be it someone else's sons and daughters, Fathers, mothers, sisters and brothers. For she knows all too well, Of the heartache, pain and sorrow. Wondering if their loved ones, Will live to see tomorrow. Her heart will be heavily burdened, And sadness will set in. She'll put up a brave face, And she'll manage a lifeless grin. Far away in a foreign land, A soldier's tears silently fall. All the joyous past Christmases, With a heavy heart he does recall. Please Father he prays, Take care of my family and friends. And help them understand, That I'll be home when this war ends. This is where I am needed most, And this is where I must be. So all the men, women and children, Can be safe and live free. I don't know what lies before me, My future is unknown. If I must die I ask Dear Father, Please be there, Don't let me die alone. Elizabeth Ann Bushey November ~ 24 ~ 2006 E-mail Thanks For Visiting

A Soldier's Letter Home

Hello Mom, As things right now are quiet the night air still 'n calm thought I'd write a letter to say hello, I'm fine Ya know, its kinda funny these mem'ries of my mind tiptoeing through the conscience pausing, time to time Remem'bring as a young boy how much I loved the sand but, never once imagining I'd fight on desert lands My friends 'n I would giggle while playing, having fun had not a care, 'nor worry when each day was done Can you recall the teardrops when falls would bruise my knee? 'n how you made things better with all your love for me? Mom, my heart is hurting I wonder will this end? Prayers for peace 'n harmony that differences will mend Looking back, reflecting on times that I could smile trying hard to grasp them now, vacant for awhile Mom, I really miss you the comfort of our home comrades right beside me yet, I feel alone The bloodshed never ending with sands a flowing red numbers keep on rising for all of those now dead Instead of playing cowboys as in the days of yore this fight is real, uncertain everyday, more gore I hear the cries of children their faces looking sad thankful for my childhood the happiness I had The Christmas spirit absent they'll be no loved ones near stopping now, reflecting on laughter, Christmas cheer Imagination leapfrogs to tree lights all aglow stockings on the mantle blankets of white snow How is Dad? my sister? gosh, I miss them too long nights of conversation movies on the tube Can't wait to see the baby my faithful, loving wife soon we'll be together building a new life Yes, home is where my heart is but, I've still a job to do my love of God and country I Pray will see me through Well guess I should get going as morning's drawing near but needed to say, 'I love You' 'tween each salty tear Funny how the yesteryears 'n morrows still unknown make me think, remember wishing I were home.... I love you, Mom Merry Christmas! 2006 Rose Marie Streeter

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Christmas In America

It's Christmas in America There's carols in the air The snow is falling on the ground There's holly everywhere The people they're all different too Their troubles put aside They smile a little brighter It seems at Christmas time It's Christmas in America Let the angels sing It's Christmas in America Let freedom ring Let peace resound throughout the world Especially on this day It's Christmas in America God bless the USA The kids get so excited Preparing for the day Their letters to Santa have all been sent The cookies have been baked The creche under the Christmas tree Awaits the baby child It seems to mean so much more this year Than it has in a while Because it's Christmas in America Let the angels sing It's Christmas in America Let freedom ring Let peace resound throughout the world Especially on this day It's Christmas in America God bless the USA So keep your babies close tonight Hug your husband, kiss your wife Be thankful for this way of life We're fortunate to share And not forget the ones we've lost Their memory lives on in our hearts They'll be forever in our thoughts And always in our prayers Unto this world a child is born His gift was meant for everyone The light of peace shines on and on And never fades away America, America indivisible we are One nation under God And that will never change Because it's Christmas in America Let the angels sing It's Christmas in America Let freedom ring Let peace resound throughout the world Especially on this day It's Christmas in America God bless the USA It's Christmas in America GOD BLESS THE USA! ~ Author Unknown ~ Thanks For Visiting

Until You Return

This is for the men and women Who will be far away, Who stand in fields of battle And celebrate Christmas Day. Their hearts are sad and lonely And if wishes could come true They would be home for Christmas To celebrate with you. They serve their Country well, And in God they put their trust, While we have trees and tinsel, They have sand and dust. In their minds they picture you Doing traditional things, They send their love to you ~ It comes on Angel wings. It matters not whether we agree With the reasons for a war, The fact is this Christmas time, They are far away once more. Oh how nice to welcome them If they could knock on our door, I know we would make a promise To love them even more. Every Soldier's Mother Is wishing for the same, The hopes, the dreams and fears, The only difference is the name. The Soldier’s children play, And every son and daughter Just wishes this Christmas Day They could hear familiar laughter. The husbands and the wives Who wait and try to smile, Know the pain of loneliness As they travel on each mile. So to each of you I send my love, And with my hear's yearning ~ Until you come home to us This candle will be burning. Linda J. Vaughan

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Praying For You Daddy

Daddy, I'm praying for you. Mommy, I know you are praying too, For Daddy to be home for Christmas, We miss him so, if he only knew. Iraq seems so far away, And Christmas seems so near. Daddy is more precious than presents, His coming home would be so dear. Although the tree star will be shining, And Christmas lights all aglow, It's daddy I want to be here, He loves me lots, I know. I have made a present for him, It is one of a kind, Some of the pages are stained, With lonesome teardrops of mine. But I know he won't mind the stains, For he will hold the booklet close, And read it when he can, Then he will know who we love most. Each day I drew him a picture, Or wrote some on a page. My vocabulary is small, Because of my young age. But daddy will understand, Daddies are just that way. They read with their heart, No matter what the words say. I've bound the pages with love, And glued them together the best that I can. I hope it doesn't come apart, It seems so long ago, since I first began. The booklet holds my heart as I tell him, How lonely days sometimes are while he's away, And how I miss our fun times, When we all would run and play. Dear Jesus, I know You can hear me. I know You can make a way, Till daddy can be home, With mommy and me on Christmas Day. One more thing, Jesus, Before I have to go, You know daddy is in the desert land, When he's home for Christmas, Please let it snow. Here are hugs and kisses for You, xo ~ xo ~ xo, Please send some of them to dad, And God bless all the soldiers, I love you, Jesus! From your friend, your little lad. Danna Marie Robinette E-mail

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