Marine's Night Before Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone, 

In a one-bedroom house made of plaster and stone.

I had come down the chimney, with presents to give 

and to see just who in this home did live.

As 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 a far distant land. 

With medals and badges, awards of all kind, 

a sobering thought soon came to my mind.

For this house was different, unlike any I’d seen. 

This was the home of a U.S. Marine.

I’d 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.

He seemed so gentle, his face so serene,

Not how I pictured a U.S. Marine. 

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 around the Nation, the children would play, 

And grown-ups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day.

They all enjoyed freedom, each month and all year,

Because of Marines 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 I started to cry. 

He must have awoken, for 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, 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 covered this Marine from his toes to his head. 

Then I put on his T-shirt of scarlet and gold, 

With an eagle, globe and anchor emblazoned so bold. 

And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride, 

And for one shining moment, I was Marine Corps deep inside. 

I didn’t want to leave him so quiet in the night, 

This guardian of honor so willing to fight. 

But half asleep he rolled over, and in a voice clean and pure, 

Said “Carry on, Santa, it’s Christmas Day, all secure.” 

One look at my watch and I knew he was right,

Merry Christmas my friend, Semper Fi and goodnight.

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