Hello, Honored Readers, I’m Petty Officer Edmundson, and THIS is “The Veterans’ Voice”!
Well, it’s Sunday, and that means it’s time for “Sunday with the Chaplain”. Today, the Chaplain has a special gift for all of you. It’s our rendition of a classic Christmas poem “Twas the Night Before Christmas” by Clement Clarke Moore. However, we’ve reworked it into a military variant. We hope you enjoy it.
Twas the Military Night Before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas, and all round the base.
Not a soldier was stirring, save the sentries who paced.
A tank had been draped with holly and bright lights.
It wasn’t a Christmas tree, but it was a festive enough sight.
In the barracks, the soldiers were snug in the beds;
while visions of loved ones and family danced in their heads.
And the General’s Wife in her nightie, and the General in boxers and short sleeves;
Were planning where to go on his holiday leave.
When out at the main gate, there arose such a clatter
The sentries ran out to see what was the matter
Out to the main road they flew like a flash
Wondering if a raccoon had got into the trash
The spotlight shined out on the new fallen snow,
But the fluffy white blanket hid the things that they know.
When what was it on the road they did peep?
A bag full of presents in an old Army jeep.
And the elderly driver was so good at driving “stick”
That they could easily tell it was definitely Saint Nick.
He stopped at the gate and showed his ID,
And stated his purpose as the sentries giggled with glee.
“I’ve presents for for the Army, the Navy, the Coast Guard;”
“For the Air Force, the Marine Corps, and the National Guard.”
“So, let me pass through, my fine fellows,” he said.
“And you’ll find wonderful presents at the foot of your bed.”
The sentries passed him through with a wave;
And to them he fine presents he happily gave.
All round the base, the old jeep practically flew
With a bag full of presents and Saint Nicholas too.
He went to the barracks and officer’s country straight through
To the family quarters and the general’s place too.
Each place that he went, he stopped without sound;
And hopped in the windows with a single, nimble bound.
He was dressed in fatigues of the most brilliant red.
He had boots on his feet, and a cap on his head.
His big bag or presents bounced on his back with a ruffle;
and he looked like a raw recruit carrying a duffel
His eyes sparkled like lights, his dimples looked merry
His cheeks looked quite warm, his nose like a cherry
His thin, little mouth was drawn tight as a bow;
And his thick, bushy beard was white as the snow.
A stubby old pipe was clenched tight in his teeth;
And puffing on it, the smoke rose in rings, like a wreath;
He had a round face, and a little pot belly;
And whenever he laughed, it jiggled like red jelly
He said not a thing, but turned right to his work
He distributed his presents, and turned with a jerk.
And when he was done, he listened for a sound,
The out through the window he sprang with a bound
He sprang to his jeep, through his bag in the back;
Then took off down the road like he was under attack
And they heard him exclaim as he passed the gate again
“Merry Christmas to all, and God bless our brave Servicemen!”
Well, Honored Readers, that is our humble gift to all of you this Christmas. We hope you enjoy our quaint, little parody of a Christmas classic. That’s all we have for today.
Have a Merry Christmas, A Happy Hanukkah, a Happy Kwanzaa, and a Happy New Year.
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That’s all for today, Honored Readers. I’m Petty Officer Edmundson, and THIS has been “The Veterans’ Voice”!