Upon Us Again

Here come 'dem holidays again,
Making Sam and Ben smile when you spend.
First comes the big feast,
Over stuffed beast shoved passed the teeth.
Sitting in front of the television with a drink,
And watch the ball game players play in sync.
Kicking back see right between those feet.
Has one wishing for that perfect box seat.

'Morrow comes it's the Friday of the black,
All sellers are glad the buyers are back.
People shop here, people shop there,
And all shop everywhere.
So much traffic just goes 'round and 'round,
Ol' Ben and Sam now wear a happy gold crown.
The madness goes on for more than three weeks,
Makes a head spin 'til it all peaks.

All is so clean with nature's commercial gleam,
Romances grow and glow like a moonbeam.

Mothers and fathers with daughters and sons,
Wait for the day that's mostly for little ones.
Soon the day comes with a credo supposedly for all,
You know the one better to give then to receive at all.
At the end everyone and all who can,
Receive gives from their family, friends, and kin.
While little ones scamper about a tree trimmed to glimmer,
And everyone watches as their smiles shimmer.

Scrambling to unwrap their packs with scribbled on names,
Next comes cleanup followed with a feast of the same.
Satisfied knowing each had their fill,
They take a seat and kick it; you know the drill.
Cleanup again, then to the screening hall,
To watch the pre-recorded game of football.

Tired and full and nodding off to sleep,
The day has gone the night falls without a peep.
So, it's off to sleep so snuggled and serene,
Drifting off with the sweet bliss of dreams.
Sleighs, bells, and sparkling dancing fire light,
Look forward to a new year without any strife.

So, nothing has been forgotten with presents,
Everywhere you go people are very pleasant.
Oh, lest we forget who this One Day is for,
Off to church so He sees a show of piousness at a birth,
A birth asked He not to be celebrated.
Hypocritical show of religious sanctimonious devotion,
Feeling right with the world is like a promotion.

But wait!
Something has been missed.
Not a something which is easy to settle but a someone,
The ones, you know, you'd like to forget and always turn from.
Ones on our streets ask for money,
But receive get a job you dead-beat instead,
They walk a street and only seeking to eat.
Maybe they'll get to eat from the top of a trash heap,
Or, for that homeless child,
An unwrapped gift from where they slept.
No time for gifts that keep on giving,
Only for the day-to-day daily living.
Forgotten shuffled and shuttered away,
Is it this we really want to convey.

Tomorrow will there be something for them,
Or perhaps they'll be in the same dilemma again,
Besides sleeping out on our streets,
They'll also be looking for a little heat.

When your New Year comes,
And not scratching for crumbs.
Remember those living on the street,
For them,
New Year's dawning only means,
Finding a safe place to sleep.