The Sands of Christmas!


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The Sands of Christmas

by Michael Marks

I had no Christmas spirit as I breathed a weary sigh,

And looked across the table where the bills were piled too high.

The laundry wasn't finished, the car needed to be fixed,

My stocks were down a few more points, my home team lost by six.

And so with only minutes till my son got home from school,

I gave up to my misery 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.

The picture showed a desert scene in shades of tan and rust,

No snowflakes hung upon the wind, just clouds of swirling dust.

And where some reindeer should have stood before a laden sleigh,

Eight Hummers ran a column right behind an M1A.

A group of soldiers walked with the tank, not one seemed past his teens.

Their eyes were hard as polished flint, their faces drawn and lean.

They walked the street in armor with their rifles shouldered tight,

Their dearest wish for Christmas must be to have a silent night.

Other soldiers gathered, hunkered down against the wind,

To share their mail and pictures, and dreams of going home again.

There wasn't much at all to put their lonely hearts at ease,

They had no fancy Christmas dinner, just a pack of MREs.

They didn't have a garland or a stocking I could see,

They had no need for ornaments -- 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 as my son stood now 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 that right,

To worry on the things in life that mean very little at all,

Instead of wondering whether we will be the next to fall.

He looked at me as children do and said its 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 our country is a priceless present every day,

You give the gift of liberty which no mortal man can ever repay."

During The Holidays And Always, God Bless Our Brave Military Men and

Women, and God Bless America!

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Re: The Sands of Christmas!

that is an exelent post my now step brother is over in iraq defending us and i have only met him twice but i pray all the time for god to let all our soldiers return safetly to there families

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