A Christmas

 

They where sound asleep in there bunks

Dreams of home filled their heads

Just then a soldier cried out

“Look to the sky! There something there!”

They jumped from there beds

Outside they went

They looked to the sky and saw something coming at them

It was not a missile

Nor a plain

It was a man in a slay

He landed with eight rain deer in front

“Marry Christmas!” he called

He took his bag and opened it wide

“Cpl. Grids” he called

He stepped forward and was given a gift

He called out names and each was given a gift

When he was done he got into his slay

“Thank you for that you do” he called as the rain deer lifted off

They went into the night

You could hear a faint cry

“Marry Christmas to all and a good night!”

His slay was soon out of sight.

 

12-18-08