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A christmas poem.


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Twas the night before Christmas and all thru the land,

Warriors were waiting,With thier Mouse firm in hand.

For a rumor had started,somewhere in cyber space,

That a Grand game maker,Was putting in place.

The finishing touches,of a Great game of War,

That soon would appear,In the Battlefront store.

The F5 key was broken,from so much abuse,

We are eagerly awaiting,for the next bit of news.

Will we make Christmas day,For a masterful release,

Or will it be later,And the masses displeased.

I think we will miss our great gift this month,

More likely in spring,according to some.

Some will cry foul,and weep like a child.

Some will be strong,and stay peaceful and mild.

Most will forgive,the delay Oh so late,

For the end product will be,nothing short of Great.

So in the time being,We will fight the Syrians at hand,

Maybe even a slight foray into Afghanistan.

And in time we will destroy,The whermact of old,

Or maybe even fight,on thier side if so bold.

Merry Christmas to all of you,and God bless.:D

(So its not Tennyson,I think he spent more then five minutes writing the light Brigade)

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Yes, 7 mins and 38 seconds according to his bio.

But, valiant attempt my dear young finalcut.

Damn,just think what I could have done with another two and a half minutes.I read that somewhere about it taking only a little over seven minutes for Charge of the light Brigade and I was like :eek: Amazing man.My favorite poem.
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This is the one I send out every year:

A Different Christmas Poem

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,

I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.

My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,

My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.

Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,

Transforming the yard to a winter delight.

The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,

Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.

My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,

Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.

In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,

So slumbered and perhaps, I started to dream.

The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,

But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.

Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the

sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.

My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,

And I crept to the door just to see who was near.

Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,

A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.

A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,

Perhaps a bit older, huddled here in the cold.

Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,

Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child. "What are you

doing?" I asked without fear,

"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!

Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,

You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"

For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,

Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts,

To the window that danced with a warm fire's light.

Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,

I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."

"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,

That separates you from the darkest of times.

No one had to ask or beg or implore me,

I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.

My Gramps died in Europe on a day in December,"

Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."

My dad stood his watch in the jungles of Vietnam

And now it is my turn and so, here I am.

I've not seen my own son in more than a while,

But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.

Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,

The blue and the stars ... an Australian flag.

I can live through the cold and the being alone,

Away from my family, my house and my home.

I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,

I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.

I can carry the weight of killing another,

Or lay down my life with my sister and brother,

Who stand at the front against any and all,

To ensure for all time that terrorism will fall."

"So go back inside," he said, "harbour no fright,

Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."

"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,

"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?

It seems all too little for all that you've done,

For being away from your wife and your son."

Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,

"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.

To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,

To stand your own watch, no matter how long.

For when we come home, either standing or dead,

To know you remember we fought and we bled,

Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,

That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."

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