12-19-2008, 10:19 AM #1
_*The Navy Night Before Christmas*_
'Twas the night before Christmas, all compartments were still,
The Sailors were sleeping, as most Sailors will.
The ditty bags hung by the lockers with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
Our Sailors were all peacefully dreaming in bed,
as visions of liberty danced in each head.
The Chief in his skivvies, hopped into his rack,
Having just came from Chief's mess for a quick midnight snack.
When out on the deck there arose such a roar,
I ran to the porthole to find out the score.
I stuck out my head and started to shout,
"Just what the ?? is noise all about?"
A moon made for independent streaming showed with a glow,
It was downright cold out, 'bout seven below.
What I saw out there looked like one of those Mardi Gras floats,
'Twas a Captain's gig drawn by four white Navy goats.
Rising from the craft was a man who seemed quiet and moody,
I knew in an instant St. Nick had the duty.
To him quickly the billy goats came,
as he shouted and whistled and called each by name.
"Now Perry, now Farragut, Dewey and Jones,
What's the matter John Paul, got lead in your bones?
A little to Starb'rd, now hold it up short,
No fluffing off now, or you'll go on report!"
He was wearing dress "Reds" that fit like a charm,
Hash marks covered the length of his arm.
The gifts to be issued were all in his pack,
The gedunk was ready to leave on each rack.
His eyes they were watering, his nose caked with ice,
He wiped it with canvas, then sneezed once or twice.
He opened his mouth and started to yawn,
It looked like the Sun coming up with the dawn.
The stump of a pipe, he held tight in his teeth,
And took a small nip from a bottle beneath.
He wasn't so big, but he must have been ever so strong,
I figured he'd been a SEAL early and long.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old Tar,
with a smiling face and a well-chewed cigar.
He filled every sea bag with presents galore,
And left us all leave papers, right by the door.
With "Anchors Aweigh" he climbed back into place,
A broad smile was creeping all over his face.
One look at his watch and he started to frown,
"This mid watch is certainly getting me down."
Then out to the breakwater and into the night,
The gig started fading, the landscape was bright.
"Merry Christmas, Mateys " he said, as he got underway,
"I got more ships to visit before I finish the day."
12-24-2008, 08:44 AM #2
The USMC !!!!
'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 is this home did live.
I looked all about, a strange sight I did see, no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by 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 home of a soldier, once I could see clearly.
The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone, curled up on the floor in this one bedroom home.
The face was so gentle, the room in such disorder, not how I pictured a United States soldier.
Was this the hero of whom I'd just read? Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed?
I realized the families that I saw this night, owed their lives to these soldiers who were willing to fight.
Soon round the world, the children would play, and grownups would celebrate a bright Christmas Day.
They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year, because of the soldiers, like the one lying here.
I couldn't help wonder how many lay alone, on a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from home.
The very thought brought a tear to my eye, I dropped to my knees and started to cry.
The soldier awakened and I heard a rough voice, "Santa don't cry, this life is my choice;
I fight for freedom, I don't ask for more, my life is my God, my Country, my Corps."
The soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep, I couldn't control it, I continued to weep.
I kept watch for hours, so silent and still and we both shivered from the cold night's chill.
I didn't want to leave on that cold, dark night, this guardian of honor so willing to fight.
Then the soldier rolled over, with a voice soft and pure, whispered, "Carry on Santa, It's Christmas Day, all is secure."
One look at my watch, and I knew he was right. "Merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good night!"
© Nathan Tabor
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