Two Eves
Seasons greetings, sparkling icing.Paper wrapped toes, cold no feeling. A ginger bread church and a steeple,the first bitter bite of ginger cold people. Veterans alone, with tin legs,squatting in doorways as they beg. Turkey dinner, all the trimmings,we rush on through with few eyes brimming. Reaching the front of the unwashed line,hot cup soup and sandwich time. Pictures of paper strewn children laughing, Photos of shadowed families, stained with years of regretful crying. The Eve is come, did anyone notice the different beds?Duvets and cardboard pulled over heads. Is your present tomorrow, sleeping warm and tight? "Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night"