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    So did you end up in Arizona? Where are you? Do tell...
    2938 days ago
    That's my Azure Destinations BLC20 Island hunk! Looks like you are rockin' some real success; congrats Sherry!
    2938 days ago
    Look at that ticker drop! Youa re doing amazingly well in spite of the recent changes that would have sent me into an emotional eating binge fo epic proportions! Good luck as you continue your journey!
    3177 days ago
    Happy New Year!!! emoticon
    emoticon Hope 2012 brings you all that you wish for and work for! Push hard and make this year the best on so far! emoticon
    3189 days ago
    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 whom in this house did live.
    As I looked all around a strange sight I did see,
    No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
    No stockings by the fire, just boots full of sand.
    On the wall hung pictures of a far-away land.
    With medals and badges, awards of all kinds,
    A sobering thought soon came to my mind.
    For this house was different, unlike any I’d seen.
    This was the house of a U.S. Marine.
    I’d heard stories about them, so I had to see more.
    I walked down the hallway and pushed open the door.
    And there he lay sleeping. Silent. Alone.
    Curled up on the floor of his one-bedroom home.
    He seemed so gentle, his face so serene.
    Not how I pictured a U.S. Marine.
    Was this the hero of whom I’d just read?
    Curled up on his poncho, a floor for his bed?
    His head was clean shaven, his face weathered tan.
    I soon understood this was more than a man.
    For I realized families that I had just seen that night
    Owed their lives to these men, so willing to fight.
    Soon around the nation the children would play
    And grown-ups would celebrate a bright Christmas Day.
    They enjoyed freedom each day and all year
    Because of Marines like the one lying here.
    I couldn’t help but wonder how many lay alone
    On a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from home.
    Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye.
    I dropped to my knees and I started to cry.
    He must have awakened for I heard a rough voice.
    “Santa, Don’t cry. This is my choice.
    I fight for freedom. I don’t ask for more.
    My life is my God, my Country, my Corps.”
    With that he rolled over, drifted off into sleep.
    I couldn’t control it, I continued to weep.
    I watched him for hours. So silent. So still.
    I noticed he shivered from the cold night’s chill.
    So I took off my jacket, the one made of red,
    To cover this Marine from his toes to his head.
    Then I put on his tee-shirt of scarlet and gold,
    With an eagle, globe and anchor emblazoned so bold.
    Although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride.
    For one shining moment, I was the Marine Corps deep inside.
    I didn’t want to leave him, so quiet in the night,
    This guardian of honor, so willing to fight.
    But, half asleep, he rolled over, and in a voice clean and pure,
    Said, “Carry on, Santa, it’s Christmas Day – All Secure.”
    One look at my watch and I knew he was right.
    Merry Christmas, my friend. Semper Fi – and good night!
    3197 days ago
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