A Sailor’s Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, they lived in a crowd,
In a 40 man berthing, with shipmates so loud.

I had come down the exhaust stack with presents to give,
And to see just who in this rack did live.

I looked all about, a strange sight did I see,
No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stockings were hung, just boots close at hand,
On the bulkhead hung pictures of far distance land.

They had medals and badges and awards of all kind,
And a sober thought came into my mind.
For this place was different, it was so dark and dreary,
I had found the home of a Sailor, once I could see clearly.

A Sailor lay sleeping, silent and alone,
Curled up in their rack, dreaming of home.
Their face was so gentle, the berthing in such good order,
Not how I pictured a United States Sailor.

Was this the hero whom I saw on TV?
Defending their country so we all could be free?
I realized the families that I’ve seen this night,
Owed their lives to these Sailors who were willing to fight.

Soon round the world, the children would play,
And grown ups would celebrate a new Christmas Day.

They all enjoyed freedom each day of the year,
Because of the Sailors, like the one lying here.
I couldn’t help but wonder how many lay alone,
On a cold Christmas Eve on a sea, far from home.

The very thought brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees and started to cry.

The Sailor awakened and I heard a rough voice,
“Santa, don’t cry, for this life is my choice.”
“To defend the seas this day, so others may rejoice.”

The Sailor rolled over and drifted to sleep,
I couldn’t control it, I continued to weep.

I kept watch for hours so silent, so still,
And we both shivered from the night’s cold chill.
I didn’t want to leave on that cold, dark night,
This guardian of honor so willing to fight.

Then the Sailor rolled over and with a voice soft and pure,
Whispered, “Carry on Santa, it’s Christmas Day, All is Secure.”

Merry Christmas to one and all, especially to those who are deployed.