The Christmas Soldier
‘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 who
in this home did live.
I looked all about
a strange sight did I see,
No tinsel, no presents,
not even a tree.
No stockings by the mantle,
just boots filled with sand,
on the wall hung pictures
of far distant lands.
With medals and badges,
awards of all kinds,
a sober thought
came through my mind.
For this house was different,
it was dark and dreary,
I found the house of a soldier,
once I could see clearly.
The soldier lay sleeping
silent, alone,
curled upon the floor
in this one bedroom home.
