This is a wonderful poem from our Lubbock Marine Parents president, Becky.
T’was the month before Christmas, when all through the country
The stockings were filled by people who care
Knowing our troops would still be there
The Marines were nestled all snug on the base
Dreaming of home and snowflakes
When at the gate there arose such a clatter.
They all sprang up to see what was the matter.
The mail trucks arrived with gun protection on the side.
The moon shone on the opening doors
And all could see packages galore.
The Corporal so lively and quick,
Tossed packages out with a twist.
The quiet of night had eyes filled with mist.
For nothing had stopped Christmas joy from arriving
Love is what it all about and of that there is no doubt.
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