Twas the night before Christmas,
He lived all alone,
In a one bedroom house made of 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 the mantle,
Just books filled with sand,
On the wall hung pictures
Off far distant lands.
With medals and badges,
Awards of all kinds