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T' was the night before Christmas
At a house made of stone
There lived an old man By himself all alone
My sleigh stopped on the roof
With my presents to give
For the owner of this house
It's were this man do live
 But when I did go there
What a strange sight did I see
No fairy lights no baubles
 Not even a tree
  No pictures of family Hung on the wail
Just medals and such like Was all I could see
  An old soldier was sleeping Curled up on the floor
 No bed no mattress As he slept by the door
  Then I remembered the families
That I went to that night
Owed all of their freedom
 From young men who were Willing to fight
  Quite soon the whole world
When children would play
And parents soon celebrate a new Christmas day
  And I started to wonder How many young men
Far away from their home In a far distant land
 How many felt that they were alone
 That terrible thought Invoked me to cry
 And I fell on my two knees And started to pray
  For I have no family No children no wife
 But I do thank my lord For saving my life
This old man awakened And I heard his sweet voice
 Say a prayer for me Santa But this was my choice
 For I have fought for freedom
 And I cannot ask for more
My god is my whole life And my freedom is for  sure
 Then the soldier looked up at me
 it's Christmas tomorrow that's true
 On your way Santa you have so much to do
 I looked at my watch And I knew he was right
 "merry Christmas my friend And to you a good night "
Eros

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