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THE SANDS OF CHRISTMAS |
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I had no Christmas spirit
when I breathed a weary sigh,
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.
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And so with only minutes till my
son got home from school
I gave up on the drudgery and
grabbed a wooden stool.
The burdens that I carried were
about all I could take,
and so I flipped the TV on to
catch a little break.
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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 hummers ran a column right
behind an M1A. |
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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 street in armor
with their rifles shouldered
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their dearest wish for
Christmas, just to have a silent
night. |
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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.
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They didn't have a garland or
a stocking I could see,
They didn't need an ornament--
they lacked a Christmas Tree.
They didn't have a present even
though it was tradition,
the only boxes I could see were
ladled "ammunition."
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I felt a little tug and found my
son 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
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There’s nothing wrongs 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 means nothing at all,
instead of wondering if we will
be the next to fall.
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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:
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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.
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"...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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SHARED WITH US BY AMY |
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MICHAEL MARKS |
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MUSIC . . . THERE'S NO PLACE
LIKE HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS
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