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To the window that danced with a warm fire’s light

Then he sighed and he said “It’s really all right,

“I’m out here by choice. I’m here every night.

“So your family can sleep without any fright.

“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 will always remember.

“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,

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