Powerful reminder of who stands watch while we celebrate Christmas


Here’s an especially poignant version of “Twas the Night Before Christmas” that I dare anyone to read with a dry eye. It’s called, “A Different Christmas Poem.”

While we’re busy exchanging gifts, attending parties and eating and drinking way too much, let’s take a moment to remember and honor the people who make those events possible — the dedicated men and women serving in our military. It was originally posted in the Vietnam Dog Handler Association’s website by “LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN.”

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 eyes 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 “Its 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 sister and brother.
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure 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.”

Giles concludes by reminding us “Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let’s try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us.”

He finally asks that we take a few moments to visit Any Soldier.

Have a merry Christmas, everyone.

H/T IJ Review

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  • Mamatex

    May God bless every one of our soldiers, past and present!

  • Cheri’

    Thank you doesn’t come anywhere close to what you deserve. May you be blessed with a safe passage through your tour, and come home whole to your families. God keep you and your families safe, blessed, and bring you peace and happiness this Christmas.

  • Mrs. Chief

    I just read this on the day the Senate is debating the newest budget bill. You know the one that cuts military retiree retainers! Of course when representative Ryan was on the news talks show circuit he only called them “government employees” & that one of the points in the budget was to have those “government employees” contribute more to their own retirement. Call your senators & tell them not to vote for thuis version of the bill. Aren’t you sick & tired of the people we send to Washington to represent us running up the bills & then blaming the citizens for their fraud waste & abuse & putting the responsibility on the backs of the military & their families? Every single time? Every single time the military is threatened with a pay cut, delayed paydays, closed commisaries, cut medical, & now cut retirement pensions that no one seems to get that they EARNED!!!!!!!!!!! Call & write your senators & representatives, I did.

  • Brian Cornell

    stand with the active and retired military before they cut the pay we have earned i,m sure they can find better ways to save i have heard people say they support our troops well its time to really show your support help protect us the ones who have given the most