The preceding poem may not warm the cockles of your heart, but for all too many boys and girls it is reality. This Christmas, won’t you please do what you can to help? Put an extra dollar in the Salvation Army bucket; donate an extra toy to Toys for Tots; give to your local food bank or charity; adopt a child or a family for Christmas. Pray for those who are locked in the bondage of poverty or domestic abuse. And may God bless you and yours, even as your soul prospers (3 John 2).
Through softly floating snow flakes He watched day fade to night The house across the street lit up The star on top shone bright He pressed his tiny face against The glass so he could see, the lights That danced and sparkled On his neighbor’s Christmas tree He wondered what the world was like For other girls and boys Who woke up Christmas morning To a Christmas tree and toys He imagined how his mom and dad Would smile and draw him near And how they’d all have dinner Cooked up with Christmas cheer His mouth turned up in pleasure At the picture he could see Of a happy, normal little boy But it was not to be… The angry voices rose beyond His bedroom door shut tight His tiny body trembled And his fantasy took flight As the distant siren sounded And his tears began to fall He wondered where he’d be When Christmas morning came to call © Sharon E. Coleman 2013