Homeless on Christmas Eve

No thought, they give, on Christmas Eve, to we who cannot celebrate.
Pushing gifts under their trees. God counts only their blessings.

Cold, unsheltered without our tree. Us, no child will bless.
Gifts they buy are never given; prayers they say, ungranted.

That once was night turns into day. Presents, they unwrap.
Our food, what's left, our charity, we give to those in need.

By their fireplace, they sit; they talk, they sing, they laugh.
Unknowing, they give what we most cherish: with them, another Christmas.

© 2011 JCWash