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Remember!

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twas the night before christmas,

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he lived all alone,

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in a one bedroom house made of

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plaster and stone.

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i had come down the chimney

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with presents to give,

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and to see just who

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in this home did live.

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i looked all about,

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a strange sight i did see,

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no tinsel, no presents,

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not even a tree.

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no stocking by mantle,

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just boots filled with sand,

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on the wall hung pictures

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of far distant lands.

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with medals and badges,

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awards of all kinds,

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a sober thought

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came through my mind.

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for this house was different,

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it was dark and dreary,

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i found the home of a soldier,

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once i could see clearly.

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the soldier lay sleeping,

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silent, alone,

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curled up on the floor

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in this one bedroom home.

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the face was so gentle,

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the room in such disorder,

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not how i pictured

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a united states soldier.

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was this the hero

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of whom i'd just read?

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curled up on a poncho,

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the floor for a bed?

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i realized the families

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that i saw this night,

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owed their lives to these soldiers

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who were willing to fight.

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soon round the world,

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the children would play,

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and grownups would celebrate

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a bright christmas day.

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they all enjoyed freedom

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each month of the year,

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because of the soldiers,

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like the one lying here.

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i couldn't help wonder

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how many lay alone,

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on a cold christmas eve

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in a land far from home.

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the very thought

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brought a tear to my eye,

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i dropped to my knees

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and started to cry.

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the soldier awakened

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and i heard a rough voice,

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"santa don't cry,

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this life is my choice;

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i fight for freedom,

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i don't ask for more,

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my life is my god,

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my country, my corps."

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the soldier rolled over

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and drifted to sleep,

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i couldn't control it,

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i continued to weep.

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i kept watch for hours,

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so silent and still

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and we both shivered

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from the cold night's chill.

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i didn't want to leave

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on that cold, dark, night,

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this guardian of honor

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so willing to fight.

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then the soldier rolled over,

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with a voice soft and pure,

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whispered, "carry on santa,

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it's christmas day, all is secure."

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one look at my watch,

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and i knew he was right.

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"merry christmas my friend,

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and to all a good night
 
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