Twas the night before christmas

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This made the rounds in different forms over here last Christmas.

That said, it does bring a lump to the throat.

Here are two more I came across last year;



To a Sailor.

There are no Roses on a Sailor's Grave
No Lilies on an Ocean Wave
The only Tribute is the Seagulls' Sweeps
And the Teardrops that a Sweetheart Weeps.



To A Pilot.

Into the mist you flew away;
Into the mist - so cold and grey.
Then you soared to a higher plane
And my heart climbed out of the mist again.
You flew right into the setting sun,
Like a homing bird, when the day is done;
Up, and up, like a bird set free -
That's the way I remember thee.

For all those who will never see another Christmas, and for those left behind.


Paul.