alonghairedlady
Fair Oaks, CA
age: 56
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 I wish i could fix every one of you brave Soldiers some nice hot chocolate & homemade cookies
 & warm you by the fireplace this Christmas Season ~ to let you know you are Loved & always remembered
 
 
 
[Edited 12/19/2009 9:22:07 PM PST]
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alonghairedlady
Fair Oaks, CA
age: 56
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We could never thank you enough  for your tireless Service & Dedication & Love
 I want to take this time to acknowledge you  for all you have done to insure our Freedoms
http://www.usa-patriotism.com/poems/tv/_c01.htm
A Soldier's Christmas
Of all the Christmas' I've had in my life
this one's the saddest for me.
Cause' you won't be here.
You're over there
to sacrifice for our country.
I thought about why
you're giving your time
to keep your brothers and sisters safe,
and if we all would give thanks
to the Lord up above,
we'd be proud that you went away.
So, for every soldier
not home for Christmas
I pray that He keeps you safe.
May the Lord bless you!
May His Light shine upon you
And I lift you up in prayer.
For every soldier
not home for Christmas,
I pray that He keeps you safe.
May the Lord bless you!
May His Light shine upon you!
And I lift you up in prayer.
By Mary Missildine
A Soldier's Christmas
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight;
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight;
The sparkling lights in the tree, I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep
In perfect contentment or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eye when it tickled my ear;
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near;
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold;
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light,
Then he sighed and he said "It's really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night.
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line
That separates you from the darkest of times;
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
"My Gramps died at 'Pearl' on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram' always remembers;
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam,
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
"I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile;"
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red white and blue ... an American flag.
"I can live through the cold and the being alone
Away from my family, my house and my home;
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
"I can carry the weight of killing another
Or lay down my life with my sisters and brothers
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To insure for all time that this flag will not fall.
"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least
Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
"For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."
By Michael Marks
[Edited 12/20/2009 10:42:31 AM PST]
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littleguppy
Auburn, WA
age: 58
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Thank you ...Longhairedlady, for the lovely and heartfelt wishes. I know I and most of the vets and military folks I know appreciate them.
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alonghairedlady
Fair Oaks, CA
age: 56
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Thank you ...Longhairedlady, for the lovely and heartfelt wishes. I know I and most of the vets and military folks I know appreciate them.
Oh my Precious Sister It is so nice of you to stop by & express your appreciation .
 It was getting kind of lonely & i couldn't post again until someone else came by
I know everyone is busy & so i am exceptionally thankful & honored that you're here
& i pray that all your little & big needs are met abundantly & in a timely manner
 I pray that your health is excellent & that anything that tries to hurt you will flee
 i want to also take this time to honor Our Military Men & Women
who have so graciously given their lives to insure our Freedom & rights ,
an amazingly generous gift of the most precious kind
I can never ever forget how much you have given so that we may live
Thank You each & every one in Our Military past & present
I want you to know how much I love & appreciate you  & pray for your safety & good health always
As They Decorate Our Tree
The chill again is in the air, another year draws to an end.
Christmas will soon be here, we must spread cheer throughout the land.
I sit here watching my children as they decorate our tree.
A warm feeling fills my heart, just watching them puts my mind at ease.
This Christmas will be much happier than the one before.
This year their Daddy won't be off fighting in a War.
I thank my lucky stars that he will be home on Christmas morn.
Handing out the presents, sitting in his bathrobe on the floor.
Some won't be as lucky as my family is this year.
I promise I will find a way to spread some Christmas Cheer.
Some just can't afford it, other's have lost their way.
Most just take for granted the freedoms they enjoy each and every day.
For a brave few, Christmas this year will be spent fighting in that very same War.
The one that kept my children's Daddy away the year before.
Fathers and Mothers will still be missing sons and daughters.
Brothers will be missing sisters and sisters will be missing brothers.
Daddy's kisses or Mommy's hugs, them saying I love you and good night.
Will not be heard in many homes this year on Christmas night.
A lonely wife will say good night and dry her child's tears.
A tired husband will kiss a picture of his loved ones, as he puts away his gear.
Another day of fighting done, they fall asleep on the sand.
Some will never come home to hold their loved ones hand.
So, as I sit here watching my children as they decorate our tree.
I reach out to hold the hand of the man sitting next to me.
Thank God I have him to share this joyous time of year.
I know deep in my heart, God heard me through my tears.
He truly hears our prayers, in that I do believe.
I have all the proof that I will ever need.
This year my Sailor is home, sitting right next to me.
Watching our three children as they decorate our tree.
By Andrea M. Paterson 2003
[Edited 12/21/2009 9:31:28 AM PST]
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