I also found this written by an Aussie.
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,HE LIVED ALL ALONE,IN A ONE BEDROOM
HOUSE, MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE.
I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY,WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,AND TO SEE JUST WHO,IN
THIS HOME, DID LIVE.
I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,NOT
EVEN A TREE.
NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,ON THE WALL HUNG
PICTURES,OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.
WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,A SOBER THOUGHT,CAME THROUGH
FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,I FOUND THE HOME OF
A SOLDIER,ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.
THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,SILENT, ALONE,CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR,IN THIS
ONE BEDROOM HOME.
THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,THE ROOM IN DISORDER,NOT HOW I PICTURED,AN
WAS THIS THE HERO, OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE
FLOOR FOR A BED?
I REALIZED THE FAMILIES,THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE
SOLDIERS,WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.
SOON ROUND THE WORLD THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY AND GROWNUPS WOULD
CELEBRATE A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.
THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS
LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.
I COULDN'T HELP WONDER HOW MANY LAY ALONE,ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE IN A
LAND FAR FROM HOME.
THE VERY THOUGHT BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE, I DROPPED TO MY KNEES AND
STARTED TO CRY.
THE SOLDIER AWAKENED, AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE, "SANTA DON'T CRY, THIS
LIFE IS MY CHOICE; I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM, I DON'T ASK FOR MORE, MY LIFE IS
MY GOD, MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS."
THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP, I COULDN'T CONTROL IT, I
CONTINUED TO WEEP.
I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS, SO SILENT AND STILL, AND WE BOTH SHIVERED FROM
THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.
I DID NOT WANT TO LEAVE ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT, THIS GUARDIAN OF
HONOR SO WILLING TO FIGHT.
THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE WHISPERED,
"CARRY ON SANTA,IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE."
ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT."MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT
"This poem was written by an Australian Peacekeeping soldier stationed
overseas. The following is his request. I think it is reasonable PLEASE.
Would you do me the kind favour of sending this to as many people as you
can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to all of the
service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities.
Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make
people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed
themselves for us. Please, do your small part to plant this small seed.