Jefferson Township Democratic Club

CN: Here is information on Operation Food Search. Think about being a monthly donator. Small contributions are easier on the budget but add up. Hunger is a year long plague on our region. https://mailchi.mp//to-our-7000-volunteers-thank-you-16474

The Jefferson Township Democratic Club with the Missouri Democratic Club and the StLouis County Democratic clubs is sponsoring a week of fighting hunger with food collections and money donations to Operation Foodsearch: https://www.operationfoodsearch.org/ . Here is more information: Jefferson Township Democrats Food Drive... Let’s help our neighbors through this difficult time! Drive-Through Collection Bin Drop-Off January 18-22 8:30AM-4PM at: Civil Alchemy 8154 Big Bend Blvd 63119 in Old Orchard RealtyNET 130 W Lockwood Ave 63119 8:30AM-4PM Donate Funds to Operation Food Search: MoDemsCare Specific needs: Shelf-stable heat-stable canned goods including peanut butter (plastic shatter proof jars), beans, canned soups, meat, stew and chili. CHECK ALL EXPIRATION DATES: NO EXPIRED FOOD St Louis County Days of Service January 18-22, 2021 CHECK ALL EXPIRATION DATES: NO EXPIRED FOOD St Louis County Days of Service January 18-22, 2021

I post in tragic disbelief, but it really happened 2 days after our nation's Capitol was invaded and ransacked.

This does sound like Karma.--CN

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 m...y 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 I slumbered, 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 Marine, 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 "Its 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 at ' Pearl on a day in December," Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers." My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ', And now it is my turn and so, here I am. 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... an 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." PLEASE send this to as many people as you can. Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. See more