A Diffrent Kind of Christmas Poem
This poem, played with music, will open your heart for the holidays. It was written by one of our troops letting us know that they don't want to be forgotten. As we are celebrating in our comfortable familiar place called home, their Christmas home has no tree, shiny lights, Christmas carols or hot cider by the fire. No family hugs are available and they can't see the stars in their childrens' eyes on Christmas morning as they open gifts from Santa.