A Soldier's Night Before Christmas

T'was 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...