Santa Visits Our Troops In Afghanistan Poem by Mimie Durand

T’was the night before Christmas
Gifts to people I give
Safe, warm and content
In nice homes they do live.

Visited a barracks one eve
Troop’s beds lined the floor
Soldiers so tired
Left their clothes at the door.

Instead of socks pinned to a mantle
that were filled with toys and candy
Brogan boots hung from bunk beds
They were worn and sandy.

Looked into their faces
And tears filled my eyes
Young people so scared
They could not disguise

People here enjoy freedom
Each day of the year
Because of brave men
Like the troops I see here

Their faces so sad
Barracks in disorder
Could not fathom these are faces
Of our fighting soldiers

I stood there and pondered
so many alone
separated from families
Away from their homes

I’m here with these soldiers
Tonight they’ll be loved
I spoke of Christmas Eve
And our Lord up above

I cried along with them
As I felt their pain
Told them it’s not forever
Their happiness they’ll regain

Spent the night with these brave men
We shared many a tear
Wished them a Merry Christmas
And a happier New Year.