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 domicile did live.
As I looked all about a strange sight I did see no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stockings by the fire, just boots filled with sand on the wall hung pictures of a far off land.
With medals and badge, awards of all kinds a sobering thought 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.
There he lay sleeping, silent and alone curled up on his bed in his one bedroom home.
His head was clean shaven, his weathered face tan I soon understood. this was more than a man.
I realized that the families that I would see this night owed their lives to these men who are willing to fight.
In hours, around the nation, the children would play and grown ups would celebrate on a bright Christmas Day.
They all enjoyed freedom, all month and all year because of Marines, like the one lying here.
I couldn't help wonder how many lie 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 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 and I don't ask for more my life is my God, my Country, and Corps.
As I looked at this guardian so willing to fight he saluted and said, "Merry Christmas my friend. Semper Fi and goodnight."
"A Soldier's Silent Night" was written by Lance Corporal James M. Schmidt, and performed by Father Ted Berndt and his daughter Ellen Stout. This song was originally titled, "Merry Christmas, My Friend".
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