A sober thought came through my mind.
For this house was different, so dark and dreary, I knew I had found the home of a soldier, once I could see clearly.
And there he lay sleeping silent alone, curled up on the floor
in his one bedroom home.
His head was clean shaven, his weathered face tan,
I soon understood this was more than a man.
For I realized the families that I saw that night owed their lives to these men who were willing to fight.
Soon 'round the world, the children would play,
and grownups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year, because of soldiers like this one lying here.
I couldn't help wonder how many lay
alone on a cold Christmas eve in a land far from home.
Just 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.
My life is my God, my Country, my Corps."
I couldn't control it, I continued to weep.
I watched him for hours, so silent and still,
I noticed he shivered from the cold night's chill.
So I took off my jacket, the one made of red,
and I covered this soldier from his toes to his head.
And I put on his T-shirt of gray and black,
With an eagle and an army patch embroidered on back.
and for a shining moment, I was United States Army deep inside.
I didn't want to leave him on that cold dark night,
this guardian of honor so willing to fight.
Then the soldier rolled over, whispered with a voice so clean and pure,
"Carry on Santa, it's Christmas Day, all is secure."
Merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good night!
Clement Moore first wrote "Twas the Night Before Christmas" for his children in 1822.
Master Sgt. Noah Brazos Ross, a U.S. Army 18th Field Artillery survivor of Utah Beach, France, Luxembourg, Belgium, Battle for the Ardennes, Deutschland, wrote "Daddy's Christmas" (Soldier's Christmas) as a Bonita, Montague County, Texas, high school exercise in 1937. ) "The Soldier's Night Before Christmas."