Homeless
Homeless
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh what fun to decorate
The Christmas tree today
Hanging coloured baubles
Plugging in the lights
Hoping that the fuse box
Doesn't plunge us into night
Dashing to the shops
As mum forgot the sprouts;
Shelves adorned with remnants
Like discarded layabouts
Tempted by the offers
On the things I do not need
Camping chairs with reindeer,
Festive kneeling pads to weed*
Queuing with my one thing
Next to trolleys piled with stuff
Wondering .. where is Christmas?
Amidst this preparation fluff
A man without a shelter
Greets me at the gates and then
I sit a while and ask him
How to find my way again..
Is Christmas an illusion?
Can I truly play my part?
To my chest he points and tells me:
"Find it here within your heart..
"Don't be fooled by all this nonsense
All that matters is what's true..
What would Jesus do at Christmas
If here, sitting next to you?"
His eyes are locked intently
Then he smiles and looks away
His words still linger somewhere
While I wonder what to say..
A penny dropping slowly
Is the sound that you might hear
As I stand and reach my hand out
While I choke away a tear.
No one needs a medal
Or an elevated place
Just to offer human kindness
Or a Christmas dinner place
May the Christmas Spirit find you
Through the tinsel and the noise
May you learn a Peace transcendent
With the Joy to beat all joys.
Jinjagoliath
6th December 2022
Merry Christmas!
* the verb, not the substance
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