The Soldier’s Night Before Christmas

  • With that he rolled over and drifted off into sleep,
  • 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.

It’s now time for a Christmas Tradition. Here’s an unedited reprint of The Soldier’s Night Before Christmas.

Before I do, I like to take a moment for reflection. I am always amazed at how important a veteran’s military service is to an individual, long after his or her discharge or retirement from Active Duty, Reserves or the National Guard. It doesn’t matter what age we are or how long we served, it’s the fact that we served that binds us.  We proudly wear our affiliations on jackets, hats, shirts, bumper stickers and license plates.

Military service like law enforcement or fire rescue takes sacrifice and teaches teamwork, attributes that we still hold in high regard.  We recognize that selflessness in each other. So this Christmas, I would like to take the opportunity to thank all of you who serve and served to make our community a better place and our country safe and our nation great.

For I realized the families that I saw that night
Owed their lives to these men who were willing to fight.

Merry Christmas and God Bless America!

The Soldier’s Night Before Christmas

“Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
In a one bedroom house made of plaster & stone.
I had come down the chimney with presents to give
And to see just who in this home did live.

I looked all about a strange sight I did see,
No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand,
On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands.

With medals and badges, awards of all kind
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.

I heard stories about them, I had to see more
So I walked down the hall and pushed open the door.
And there he lay sleeping silent alone,
Curled up on the floor in his one bedroom home.

His face so gentle, his room in such disorder,
Not how I pictured a United States soldier.
Was this the hero of whom I’d just read?
Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed?

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.

Military service like law enforcement or fire rescue takes sacrifice and teaches teamwork, attributes that we still hold in high regard.  We recognize that selflessness in each other.

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;
I fight for freedom, I don´t ask for more,
my life is my God, my country, my Corps.”

With that he rolled over and drifted off into sleep,
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 although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride,
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.’
One look at my watch, and I knew he was right,
Merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good night!”

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Dana Matthews

Dr Dana Matthews is a Lieutenant Colonel, US Army Ranger (Retired). He holds a BA in Journalism, an MBA/JD Law Degree, and a Doctorate in Organizational Psychology.He is a Member of the National Press Club in Washington DC and has appeared on TV and Radio.He was awarded the Military Order of the Purple Heart for Combat Wounded Veterans.Dr Dana Matthews is a well published Journalist and writer with articles appearing in the Scripps Newspaper/ TCPALM.COMHe also co authored and published a novel entitled " El Segundo- One Man's Journey for Redemption". 

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