Twas the night befor Christmas.
by Captainkodak1

Twas the night before Christmas, and all was well,
In a nice home where a family did dwell.
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 meet,
but two grimy teens asleep in a seat.
The stockings were hung, the tree trimmed just grand,
From the looks of the room a celebration had been planned.

Presents lay under the tree, a treat laid out just for me
A thought crossed my mind as I gazed at the tree
For this house was so quiet and well kept,
I recognized the two teens as they slept.

I thought of their stories as I crossed the floor,
I walked down the hall and pushed open the door.
There in the kitchen lay a cold feast,
two empty plates cause they were just too tired to eat.

I turned back to the den and gazed upon the pair,
bruised and cut, curled up on a chair.
two sleeping figures, muddy shoes on the floor.
Were these the heroes who had just come in the door?

His hair was blonde, her long waves red,
snuggled together on their makeshift bed.
I realized the families that I saw that night
Owed their safety to these two who were willing to fight.

Soon 'round the world, the children would play,
And all would celebrate on a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed peace each month of the year,
Because of these two teens lying here.

I couldn't help wonder how many times they slept alone
On cold nights in lands so far from home.
Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees and started to cry.

The two awakened and I heard a soft voice,
"Santa don't cry, this life is our choice;
We fight for safety, we fight together,
this is the life we choosen forever."

With that, they rolled over and drifted back into sleep,
I couldn't help it, I continued to weep.
I watched over them, so silent and still,
as they shivered from the room slight chill.

So I took off my coat, the one made of red,
And I covered them on their makeshift bed..
I watched as the girl snuggled with the boy, their love preserved,
What have they given up I thought? What peace do they deserve?

A small rodent came out from the coat he grabbed a cookie and shared my treat,
I felt a part of the team, the team that can't be beat.
Team Possible doing the impossible, working for what is right.
These guardians of peace so willing to fight.

Then the boy rolled over, whispered with a voice so clean and pure,
"Booyah Santa, it's Christmas Day, everything is secure."
One look at the clock, and I knew he was right,
Merry Christmas my friends, and to all a good night!


Hello everyone. Happy Thanksgiving and Merry Christmas. This little fic jumped on me the other night. It's based on a little poem I heard on the radio called "A Soldier's Silent Night." I hope that all of you enjoyed this one. Leave me a review if you can. I hope to have the newest Tunnel Vision up over the weekend.