Thank you to everyone who
donated, sent stockings, items,
letters/cards and emails of
support. We love doing this each
year and this year we reached
out to more soldiers than
before!
Thank you to Laura for helping
stuff all these stockings! I
couldn't have made it through
the madness with out her!!

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Our Troops :
CPT Grady
Adkins
Delta Company, 3-89
Cavalry Unit, 4th
Brigade 10th Mountain
Division
Company
of 90 Soldiers
Spending
their 2nd Christmas in a
row over there,
for some
its their 3rd!!
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Donations Received*
$1358.39
Our
progress - from stockings/items
that were sent in to the full
blown 90 stockings stuffed and
ready to go!!



A Big Thank You to all who
have donated!!
*Janet Pollak
*Paula Smith
*Stephenie Weissinger
*Yvonne Belesis
*Michelle Heiting
*Linda Socwell
*Carol Marnock
*Melissa and Thomas Bellino
*Anoynomous
*Donna Vickery
*Debbie
Pahler
*Jennifer Buback
*The Kline Family
*Catherine Neslage
*Audrey Duguid
*Carol -
FairyTailsforGirls.com
*Emily Harmon
*Renee' Goff
*Lisa
Devonsangel on 2old2play.com
*Jesús
Rabell
*Dennis Lee
*Priscilla Robertson
*Karla Cicio
*Anne M Briggs
*Lori Grant
*Linda Eperthener
*William Veiga
*Big Pig Dog Creations
*wrapped up n u
*Shannon Adams
* Shannon Burke
*Geoffrey, Chera, & Maddie
*Tiffany Mock
*Lisa Borgmann, again!!!
*Melanie Mayeranderson
*Servando and Sonia Gonzalez
*Rachel Peterson
*Kaytee Hazlewood
*Jennifer Crumley
*Christina Elliott
*Jennifer
Wenger
*Forest Daugherty
*Michele Chauvin
*Jennifer Taylor
*Amee
Berecz
*Karen Zirkle
*Tanya Martinez
*Affordable Bests
*Annie Lane
*Michelle Jones-Brown
* Suzanne Short
* William Patrick
These ladies sent stockings and
items!!
Lisa Kleinfeld
Ashley Becker
Angela Werk
Stephenie Weissinger
Sarah Valencia
Anne McGill
Rmenda Crane
Sarah Ivie
Deb Weikel
Jeannine - Mermaids Cottage
Melissa Schiller
Stephanie Werner
Jen Rodriguez
Jessica Tecxidor
Perri Huddleston
Christine Hungerford
Jessi Sanders
Kim Yeh
Meghan Ham and family
Lori Haapala

Thank you for your support!!
Mike, Amy and Amber
Air Force 1992-1999
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We
are sending Christmas
stockings with 
the
following included...
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DVD's
Travel size
lotion
Travel size
Kleenex
Dental floss
Chap stick
Heavy black
socks
Crystal-lite
individual packs
Snack
foods--Individual
Servings
Tea Packets, Hot
Cocoa,
Coffee
- Folgers is
great because
they have tea
bag single
servings
Beef Jerky
Candy--gummy
worms, sweet
tarts, suckers,
pez Breath Mints
Gum-Blister
Packs
Batteries (AA,
AAA, 9 Volt)
Disposable
Cameras
Letters/Christmas
Cards of Support
and More!
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Twas
the night before Christmas, he
lived all alone,
In
a one bedroom house made of
plaster & stone.
I
had come down the chimney, with
presents to give
and
to see just who in this home did
live
As
I looked all about, a strange
sight I did see,
no
tinsel, no presents, not even a
tree.
No
stocking by the fire, just boots
filled with sand.
On
the wall hung pictures of a far
distant land.
With
medals and badges, awards of all
kind,
a
sobering thought soon came to my
mind.
For
this house was different, unlike
any I'd seen.
This
was the home of a U.S. Marine.
I'd
heard stories about them, I had to
see more,
so
I walked down the hall and pushed
open the door.
And
there he lay sleeping, silent,
alone,
Curled
up on the floor in 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 in his poncho, a floor for his
bed?
His
head was clean-shaven, his
weathered face tan.
I
soon understood, this was more
than a man.
For
I realized the families that I saw
that night,
owed
their lives to these men, who were
willing to fight.
Soon
around the Nation, the children
would play,
And
grown-ups would celebrate on a
bright Christmas day.
They
all enjoyed freedom, each month
and all year,
because
of Marines like this one lying
here.
I
couldn’t help 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 awoken, for 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."
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
and still.
I
noticed he shivered from the cold
night's chill.
So
I took off my jacket, the one made
of red,
and
covered this Marine from his toes
to his head.
Then
I put on his T-shirt of scarlet
and gold,
with
an eagle, globe and anchor
emblazoned so bold.
And
although it barely fit me, I began
to swell with pride,
and
for one shining moment, I was
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
goodnight.

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