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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 MY MIND. 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 SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. 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 DIDN'T 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 a Marine. The following is his request. I think it is reasonable..... PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S. 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 present from afar so far ahead. Merry Christmas to all in the Air Force-Army-USMC-Navy-may God be with you.
Well this girl does... By my friend Amanda a 15 year old girl that has Christmas Spirit and believes that dreams can come true. "I believe in Santa Clause." "Yes, you heard right. I believe in Santa Clause. The jolly ol' fat man who goes to childrens houses on Christmas Eve and leaves presents underneath the tree. And I am one of those "children" who is happy to find gifts under the tree marked with sloppy handwriting, "from Santa Clause". As immature as people may find it these days, I believe in Santa Clause. I believe that every kid or kid at heart... No, everyone, should believe in a little bit of magic. And it's sad to see that kids and even adults are way too caught up in reality. No one said it's bad to focus on reality... but what fun is life if you can't believe in magic? Or have a bit of an imagination? I want everyone this Christmas to close their eyes and believe... Believe that magic is real and dreams can come true. Almost everyone has heard the same ol' story when it comes to people who don't believe in Santa Clause. "My parents told me he wasn't real!" Do you know why your parents tell you he isn't real? Because they don't believe. They had an experience in their life that stopped them from believing. And because of their disbelief they feel their children shouldn't believe in something that THEY don't think is real. But think about it... what proof do they have that he's not real? And then there's the wonderful "I found presents that were from him!" story. More than likely you never believed in him to begin with. As far as I know, a lot of people find BIG gifts that were from him. Like a bike. Well, I have no explaination for that, but I'll tell you the same thing my mom always told me... "How can you expect an old man to carry around something so big?" Magical or not. Tell me, have you ever heard someone say they believe in Santa Clause and they backed it up with a story on why they believe? I sure know I haven't. Because a lot of people don't get to experience something extrodinary or magical! Though, I'm one of the people who has experienced something... quite strange. And those experiences keep reminding me to believe. Every Christmas... And I mean EVERY Christmas the gifts we recieve from Santa were all piled up in a red, velvet bag. Like the bag from the movie "The Santa Clause". It's quite easy for you to believe that my parents or my grandparents just bring it out from where ever they were hiding it... But this is my house. And it's quite hard to hide a bag filled with gifts. Basement? Nope. I go down there all the time. No room for such a thing. Attic? Nope. The entry way to the attic is in my bedroom. Parents room? Nope. I go in there all the time. If they hid it in there, someone would be sure to see it. A car? Nope. Go in the cars all the time. Even the trunks. Grandparents? Nope. They live far from here. To bring it, it'd need to be in the back of the truck. And we go in there when they arrive to get presents out. So, where else left is there to hide something so large where it wouldn't be seen? One Christmas when I was young... I receieved something in my stocking. It was a ring. Real diamonds and all. A girl at the age of 9-11 would never receive something like that! But not only that... I had this weird urge to look under the thing the ring was in. (Y'know, those little pillows keeping it steady.) And underneath it was a small piece of wrapping paper. Boy was I glad I looked under there! I opened it up and it read in sloppy handwriting "Because you believe in me." I was shocked, to say the least. But I was happy... very happy. That my belief even though I was getting older kept going strong... and someone noticed. The thing that I found strange more than anything... Was one day in a Salon. My mother, brother, and I were going to get our hair cut. It was the Holidays, we had to look nice! Towards the back I noticed a very familiar man... White hair, white beard, and fat! He looked a lot like Santa Clause. And so the man wouldn't hear me incase he would take it offensively, I whispered that to my mom. She just smiled and agreed. We did our best not to stare as we and himself were getting our hair cut. Before the man left... He walked up to us, smiling. And handed my brother and I something. A Virginia state quarter! My brother and I were shocked because the reason we were in the Salon was because we were about to go to Virginia to visit family. You can say all of that is just a coincidence... Especially the last one. But think about it! A man who looks like Santa Clause somehow KNEW we were going to Virginia even when we never said anything? Even after you read my story... You don't have to believe. But I hope that at least some of you... can believe in a little magic." By: ALA

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HURT

Hurt no words to heal my pain. If I could I would just go insane. The one I love has been stolen by a dame. Tears of blood flowing from my eyes. You'll never see my true feelings for you 'cause I'm ripping them up and burning them deep inside. Your a hater, love is just bullshit to you. You may talk to me, but I'll never talk to you! Leave me alone my heart needs to heal. You've hurt me real bad this time. Just save your words 'cause your walking a thin line. Copyright ©2007 Nicole Marie Cordick

Disregarded Soul

Disregared Soul No movement and no life. A trapped soul behind it's blithering pain. Shallow, betrayed, desperate for love and compassion. No hope for satisfaction... Crying within, a heart has been broken. No words can heal, what this soul has felt. The misery, and anguish of dissatisfaction. A lonely soul disregarded in society's nation. Copyright ©2007 Nicole Marie Cordick

Poem #6 (So Cruel)

"So Cruel" Dynamic people in society never ever give a f*ck about me. Reach out and touch the sky (that's very high) see how many people pass you bye. There will be one, just one who will reach out and grab your hand and save you from your world that is caving in. Don't pass that person by. Give 'em a try. Every person deserves a chance at life 'cause life is cruel, the world is cold and not many people have a hand to hold. Nicole Marie Cordick Copyright ©2007 Nicole Marie Cordick

Wacky Rhymes #4

Wacky Rhymes #4 Cheech and Chong went to Hong Kong to smoke on a bong - bong, while they skake their badonkadonks. Nicole Marie Cordick Copyright ©2006 Nicole Marie Cordick

Wacky Rhymes #3

Wacky Rhymes #3 George W. Bush, what a scrooge around this time of year. We need to see him having some holiday cheer. Give him some candy, something red and green. Please somebody or I'm going to scream! His smile is fake, well he is too. But we wont go there, because he is way too blue. Poor, poor Santa, what he has to go through. Security, dogs, and guns. Just to give that man a present or two. Nicole Marie Cordick Copyright ©2006 Nicole Marie Cordick

Wacky Rhymes #2

Wacky Rhymes #2 Gasoline prices are soaring and our country is in debt. Paris Hilton is getting richer, on what little bit of money our country has left. Nicole Marie Cordick Copyright ©2006 Nicole Marie Cordick

Wacky Rhymes #1

Wacky Rhymes #1 Crack is whack, like double 07 flying a jet plane to heaven, with his A - K 47 just a blaring. Nicole Marie Cordick Copyright ©2006 Nicole Marie Cordick

Poem #5 (Rain Falls)

Rain Falls Rain falls on my window once again. There is nothing I can do to stop the rain from falling... The rain is my tears and I have cried for so many years... I have been hurt and I have been down, I just wish for one day my world wouldn't be upside down. I'm crying 'cause my world is caving in, my tears are falling on my pillow and I want to jump out my window. I am crying... Nicole Marie Cordick Copyright ©2006 Nicole Marie Cordick
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