Tonight I was driving to church and heard Amy Grant's "Grown-Up Christmas List" and I began to think about what my Christmas list consists and I realized that it was similar to hers. One of hers was to have no more lives torn apart and that wars would never even begin. This war that we're a part of now has started to hit home as people I know are starting to go overseas, and it's scary. Some other wishes are that right would always win and everyone would have a friend. I am so thankful for all of my friends. But I know that bad things happen and justice does not always prevail. What I like about this song is it makes me think now as an adult how to approach this time of year when children are so anxious to ask Santa Clause for presents and what my wish would be - may be peace on Earth.
I love the accompaniment to the song "I'll Be Home for Christmas" but this year it has a different meaning for me. I live at home and near my extended family, we had 15 people for Thanksgiving dinner. But with the thought of soldiers being away from home, wondering if they will come home, this song reminds me to be thankful for them and to pray for their safety. There is a poem that was sent to me that I will include because I think everyone could use a reminder of what the soldiers are doing for us; even if you do not support the war, like me, they are fighting for our freedom and for our country. When I first read this I thought of my cousin who is engaged to a man who recently returned from Africa; when they came to visit he was telling us stories, only a few, about his experiences and I could tell he was proud to have served and to be called an American.
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 I slumbered, 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 Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watching 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 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 at 'Pearl on a day in December,'
Then he sighed, 'That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers.'
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam',
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 red, white, and blue... an American 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 this flag will not fall.
So go back inside,' he said, 'harbor 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.'
'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,
Anonymous - I don't know who wrote this.
The final song I will include is one I first heard at a church retreat: "This Is Your Life" by Switchfoot. It poses the question if you are making your life important and memorable, "Are you who you want to be?" Another question is if life is everything you expected it to be, which for me has been a no because I never expected life to turn out like this. But the message of this song is that this is Your life and you can do whatever you want with it. With all my thoughts about this crazy world we live in that makes no sense and tends to disappoint, I am making my Christmas list comprised of hope, remembering those who are not going to be home with their families for Christmas, and knowing I have one shot at making life incredible and worth living - in this department I think I am doing well. Merry Christmas and God Bless!