Wednesday, December 24, 2014

12-24-14 MCRC Briefs




MCRC Briefs

Briefs Editor   Frosty Taylor

Web Master   John Strasser


December 24, 2014






·       A Visit from St Nick


·       The Night Before Christmas

·       Beautiful-Message-Christmas-Mankind-Video

·       The Story Of Father Christmas

·       Norad’s-Santa-Tracker-Began-With-A-Typo-And-A-Good-Sport

·       Pentagon Details Military Efforts To Ensure Santa Claus Mission Is Success

·       Flash Mob: The US Air Force Band At The Smithsonian

·       Medley Of Christmas Songs


T'was The Night Before Christmas – A Different Version
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.

With Medals And Badges,
Awards Of All Kinds,
A Sober Thought,
Came Through My Mind.

This House Was Dark & Dreary,
Once I Could See Clearly
And Looked On This Scene,
I Found It Was Home To A U.S.Marine.

The Marine Lay Sleeping,
Silent, Alone,
Curled Up On The Floor,
In This One Bedroom Home.

The Face Was So Gentle,
The Room In Disorder,
Not How I Pictured The Scene,
Of A True American Marine.

Was This The Hero,
Of Whom I'd Just Read?
Curled Up On A Poncho,
The Floor For A Bed?

I Realized The Families,
That I Saw This Night,
Owed Their Lives To Our Soldiers & Marines,
Who Were Willing To Fight.

Soon Round The World,
The Children Would Play,
And Grownups Would Celebrate,
A Bright Christmas Day.

They All Enjoyed Freedom,
Each Month Of The Year,
Because Of Soldiers And Marines,
Like The One Lying Here.

I Couldn't Help Wonder,
How Many Lay Alone,
On A Cold Christmas Eve,
In A Land Far From Home.

The Very Thought Brought,
A Tear To My Eye,
I Dropped To My Knees,
And Started To Cry.

The Marine Awakened,
And I Heard A Rough Voice,
"Santa Don't Cry,
This Life Is My Choice;

I Fight For Freedom,
I Don't Ask For More,
My Life Is My God,
My Country, My Corps.."

That Marine Rolled Over,
And Drifted To Sleep,
I Couldn't Control It,
I Continued To Weep.

I Kept Watch For Hours,
So Silent And Still,
And We Both Shivered,
From The Cold Night's Chill.

I Did Not Want To Leave,
On That Cold, Dark, Night,
This Guardian Of Honour,
So Willing To Fight.

Then The Marine Rolled Over,
With A Soft Voice, Not High,
Whispered, "Carry On Santa,
It's Christmas Day,  Semper Fi!"

One Look At My Watch,
And I Knew He Was Right.
"Merry Christmas My Friend,
And To All A Good Night."

-- This Poem Was Reportedly Written By A Peacekeeping American Serviceman Stationed Overseas. Christmas IS Here And Credit Is Due To All Of The Service Men And Women For Our Being Able To Celebrate These Festivities. Please Keep Them In Your Thoughts.



·       Yes-Virginia, There Is A Santa Claus  By Francis P. Church, first published in The New York Sun in 1897


·       Wreaths Across America: Holiday Tradition Honors Veterans

·       Video: Should The Government Regulate Christmas?

·       Christians Stand Up To Atheist Bullies With Flash Mob Nativity

·       Jesus Is The Reason For The Season

·        If Ever We Needed Christ In Christmas, It Is Now

·       Christmas-Eve-Traditions

·       Christmas Customs

A Different Christmas Poem

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,

I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.

My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,

My daughter beside me angelic in rest.

Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,

Transforming the yard to a winter delight.

       The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
       Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
     My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
       Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
       In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
       So slumbered I, perhaps I started to dream.

      The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
       But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
     Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.

My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
       And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
      Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
              A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.


A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
       Perhaps a Trooper, huddled here in the cold.

Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
      Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
      "What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
       "Come in this moment. It's freezing out here!
       Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
      You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"

       For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
       Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts.
       To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
      Then he sighed and he said, "It's really all right,
       I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."

"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
       That separates you from the darkest of times.

       No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
       I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
       My Gramps died in Europe on a day in December,"
       Then he said,"That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."  
       I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
       But my wife sends me pictures. He's sure got her smile.

       Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
       The red, white, and Blue American Flag.
       I can live through the cold and the being alone,
       Away from my family, my house and my home.
       I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
       I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
       I can carry the weight of killing another,
       Or lay down my life with my sister and brother.
       Who stand at the front against any and all,
       To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."

       "So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
      Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
       "But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
      "Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
      It seems all too little for all that you've done,
      For being away from your wife and your son."
      Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
  "Just tell us you love us, and never forget.


To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
       To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
       For when we come home, either standing or dead,
      To know you remember we fought and we bled.
      Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
     That we mattered to you as you mattered to us." – author unknown



·       Steve Chucri, Chairman Board Of Supervisors: Season's Greetings - May the true meaning of the holiday season fill your heart and home with many blessings. This time of year is special because I have the opportunity to tell you how proud and grateful I am to represent the citizens of Maricopa County as your District 2 Supervisor and to wish you and your family season’s greetings and a joyous New Year. As you celebrate the miracle of this special season, may blessings of the holiday linger in your home and stay with you throughout the year.


·       Speaker Andy Tobin: Friend, as we huddle with our families this holiday season, let us be thankful for those Americans and their families who have served and are now serving the cause of freedom around the world.  Without these brave Americans, the very opportunity to freely pray and celebrate our faith may not be possible.  Let us always remember that this season is about Peace.
Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah to all.


·       Senator Jeff Flake: As another busy year comes to a close, we pause to reflect on the blessings of our family and our friends. We wish you and your family a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.


·       Congressman Matt Salmon: I wanted to take a minute to send you my sincere wishes for a Merry Christmas and a Happy and Prosperous New Year. In 2015, I look forward to working with Representatives and Senators from across the country to pass laws that will help make our nation a place of safety, security, and opportunity for all. From me, my staff, and our families to yours, Merry Christmas.


·       AZ Historian Marshall Trimble: On December 25, 1929 the good people of Nogales, Arizona moved the U.S. border two blocks north to include the municipal Christmas tree so that some 3,000 children living in Nogales, Sonora could come to the tree and receive gifts.