" 'Twas 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 just who in this home did live in. I looked all about, a strange sight I did see, No Tinsel, No Presents, Not even a tree. No Stcoking by mantle, just boots filled with sand, on the wall hung pictures, of far distand lands. With Medals, and Badges, Awards of all kinds, a sobering thought just popped to my mind. For this house was different, It was...