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Thursday, December 17, 2009

The Sands of Christmas

The Sands of Christmas

I had no Christmas Spirit when I breathed a heavy sigh
and looked across the table where the bills were piled too high
The laundry wasn't finished and the car I had to fix
My stocks were down another and the Chargers lost by six
And so with only minutes till my son got home from school
I gave up on the drudgery and grabbed a wooden stool
The burdens that I carried were about all I could take
And so I flipped the T.V. on to catch a little break

I came upon a desert scene in shades of tan and rust
No snowflakes hung upon the wind just clouds of swirling dust
And where the reindeer should have stood before a laden sleigh
Eight Hummves ran a column ... right behind an M1A
A group of boys walked past the tank not one was past his teens T
heir eyes were hard as polished flint their faces drawn and lean
They walked the street in armor their rifles shouldered tight
Their dearest wish for Christmas was to have a Silent Night

Other Soldiers gathered hunkered down against the wind
To share a scrap of mail and dreams of going home again
There wasn't much at all to put their hearts at ease
They had no Christmas turkey..just a pack of MRE's
They didn't have garland or a stocking I could see
They didn't need an ornament...They lacked a Christmas Tree
They didn't have a present even though it was tradition
The only boxes I could see were labeled "ammunition"

I felt a little tug and found my son now by my side
He asked me what it was I feared and why it was I cried
I swept him up into my arms and held him oh so near
And kissed him on the forehead as I whispered in his ear
There's nothing wrong my little son for safe we sleep tonight
Our Heroes stand on foreign land to give us all the right
To worry on the things in life that mean nothing at all
Instead of wondering if we will be the next to fall

He looked at me as children do and said "It's Always Right
To Thank the Ones Who Help Us and Perhaps that We Should Write"
And so we pushed the bills aside and sat to draft a note
To Thank the many far from home and this is what we wrote
"God Bless You All and Keep YOU Safe and Speed Your Way Back Home
Remember That We Love You So and You Are Not Alone
The Gift You Give You Share With All A Present Everyday
You Give The Gift Of Liberty and That...We Cannot Repay"

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