On Christmas Eve

Silence occupied the room for so long No signs of a visitor to step on coming Trying to entertain himself in craving Of bygones and the future just like a throng Shebang of party for a corporation Another shanty is built for the hapless and poor To prance inside malls to buy gifts and liquors Some lull their little ones and enjoy the sound of the nearby occasion Where some folks went house to house to go caroling Street children do their own charm to get the pay of their talents As the street, they considered as their home from abandonment A strain to other’s eyes but to God’s eyes they are for caring Some are excited to receive new things from exchange gifts While others, jazz up old belongings to make it look like new A mother holding her baby in her arms was cooing softly while lying askew In the muteness of the night, both fallen asleep and had gone adrift Into a socialite community a lavish buffet, at which guests help themselves In the remote area's scarcity of food, at which family members do share equally With their flickering gas lamp, spend the night hanging around the house lackadaisically While others are enjoying the spectacle of the brightness of Christmas tree at twelve The whole night of Christmas Eve was splendid to view Alive and zest for a family with wealth The whole night of Christmas Eve, that has dwelt For the poor is a house frame suffused with a cold dew A portrait of the Holy Family on the first Christmas Eve Within that stable, baby Jesus was lying in a manger A message of love, joy, and peace be extended to every stranger On Christmas Eve, Jesus will visit every home and this is to believe Posted in Voicesnet.com 23 December 2009