Christmas Morning In Chicago
Stores are closed, shuttered
Highways and roads uncluttered
On the water alight ducks and geese
The air is still, infused with peace
Lonely silhouettes of figures are out for a walk
Homeless, or having no one at home with whom to talk
Some stand shivering, patiently awaiting a bus or train
Praying deep in their hearts that it won't snow or rain
Christmas morning in Chicago, a time of quiet contemplation
A scene replicated in towns and villages across this nation
Be it greeted by a smile, a shrug, a tear or a frown
It's a window for reflection, a moment to build around
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