The Sands of Christmas

I had no Christmas spirit when I breathed a heavy sign
And looked across the table where the bills were piled too high
The laundry wasn't finished and the car I had to fix
My stocks were down another point, the Dolphins lost by six.
And so with only minutes 'til my son came home from school
I gave up on the drudgery and grabbed a wooden stool
The burdens that I carried were about all that I could take
And so I flipped the TV on to catch a little break.

I came upon a desert scene in shades of tan and rust,
No snowflakes hung upon the wind, just clouds of swirling dust. 
And where the reindeer should have stood before a laden sleigh,
Eight Humvees ran a column right behind and M1A. 
A group of boys walked past the tank, not one was past his teens,
Their eyes were hard as polished flint, their faces drawn and lean. 
They walked the streets in armor with their rifles shouldered tight,
their dearest wish for Christmas, just to have a silent night.

Other soldiers gathered, hunkered down against the wind,
To share a scrap of mail and dreams of going home again.
There wasn't much at all to put their lonely hearts at ease,
They had no Christmas turkey, just a pack of MREs.
They didn't have a garland or a stocking I could see,
They didn't need and ornament - they lacked a Christmas tree. 
They didn't have a present even though it was tradition,
the only boxes I could see were labeled "ammunition".

I felt a little tug and found my by my side,
He asked me what it was I feared, and why it was I cried.
I swept him up into my arms and held him oh so near
and kissed him on the forehead as I whispered in his ear.
There's nothing wrong my little son, for safe we sleep tonight,
our heroes stand on foreign land to give us all the right,
to worry on the things in life that mean nothing at all,
instead of wondering if we will be the next to fall.

He looked at me as children do and said it's always right,
to thank the ones who help us and perhaps that we should write.
And so we pushed aside the bills and sat to draft a note,
to thank the many far from home, and this is what we wrote:
God bless you all and keep you safe, and speed your way back home. 
Remember that we love you so and that you're not alone. 
The gift you give you share with all, a present every day,
You give the gift of liberty and that we can't repay.


© Michael Marks:

"I freely submit this poem for reprint without reservation...This is an open and grateful tribute to the Men and Women who serve every day to keep our nation safe."

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Thank you to Michael Marks for writing this, thank you to Lisa Mei for sharing it, and thank you to all of our military, our veterans and their families. We civilians can never quite feel the depth of the sacrifices you've made, and are still making. God bless you all, and THANK YOU!! 

Merry Christmas and have a safe, happy and healthy New Year!



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