~Santa Baby~

Happy Monday to you all...Well here we are we only a few days until the Big guy shows up....But I had to show you my Little Santa....This is Jeremiah my Great Grandson who is now 6 months old and his Mama Morgan...This was just taken at fort Hood, Texas at their Christmas party.... I think everyone that comes to my blog...knows the love I have for our country and our service men and women....That each and every day give us our FREEDOM and Our RIGHTS....I wish all of you a Very Blessed CHRIST mas and Please today take the time while you are bowing your heads in Thanks ....To say a prayer of Blessing to our Servicemen.....

A Soldiers Christmas

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 home did live.

I looked all about A strange sight I did see. No tinsel, No presents,Not even a tree.No stocking by the 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
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 grownup's 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."The solider 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 nights chill.

I didn't want to leave On that cold, dark, night,This guardian of Honor So willing to fight.

The solider 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."

I will see all of you after Christmas....Many Blessings from my mountain top yours...

Until next time.....