Here is my 2015 take on the famous poem by Clement Clarke Moore...
'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the Barracks,
Not a creature was stirring, not even large ticks.
The Stockings were hung in each corner with Glee...
In Hopes that St. Nicholas would find their small Trees.
The Soliders were attempting to keep warm in their bed,
While visions of Heavy Equipment danced 'round in their head.
With Sir in his Uniform, and I in my ARMY Tee,
We took to each's Quarter for a long winters Sleep.
When out on the Sand there arose such a Clatter,
I sprang from my Cot to see what was the Matter.
Away to the window, ready for Damage Control,
I threw open the shade, hoping to see the North Pole.
The Moon on the flats of that dusty ol' Sand,
Gave light to the objects of a Middle Eastern Land.
When what to my dry, dusty eyes should appear,
But an Artillery Type Sleigh, And 8 bomb-sniffing Reindeer!
With a strong combat driver, who gave no such pause,
I knew, in a moment, it was Captain Santa Clause!
Tough as Special Forces, 'round about they all came,
and He shouted "HOOAH" and called them by name.
"Now Dasher! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen!
On Comet! On Cupid! On Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the Mess Hall, and all through the Base,
Dash on through the dust, to finish this race!"
....
He said not a word, and went straight to his Post,
Filling each Soldier's Stocking, and preparing Pot Roast.
Then he sprang to his Sleigh, and his team took Formation,
And away they all flew, full of Christmas Elation!
As he Drove out of sight, I heard him shout something loud,
"Merry Christmas to the Soldiers, who make us all Proud!"
My Heart Is currently over seas. Thinking of all the Men and Women serving our Country... especially during this Holiday Season. You're all in my prayers.
Sincerely,
Lauren Jayne
