Christmas Poem

On Christmas morning you open your eyes, and awake to such a joyous surprise.

Children filled with wonder, laughter and love,

at the gifts that Santa has brought from above.

But just down the block at another little house,

the children awake quiet as a mouse.

Their eyes fill with tears at the sight of their tree,

small and forlorn with nothing underneath.

Their cupboards are empty and their table is bare,

For them there will be no Christmas fare.

No gifts to make their little eyes shine.

No feast to last from morning to night.

Their mother really did try her best,

but after paying their bills there was nothing left.

Her children wonder what did they do wrong.

All year long they had tried their best,

hoping Santa would remember them like all the rest.

But, this year Santa didn't come,

and heartbreak and tears filled their little home.

Their mother's heart was broken at the sight,

how could she explain to the children their plight.

She gathered them round and gave them a hug,

for she had nothing to give them, except for her Love.

They had been good and done their best,

so she tried to put their minds to rest.

It was nothing they did or didn't do,

there just wasn't enough money to see them through.

She explained to them that all those gifts were not free,

and why there was nothing under their tree.

She spoke of bills and money and love,

and how Santa can't come to everyone.

The only thing the children knew,

was that the stories of Santa really weren't true.

She put them to bed, and kissed them goodnight.

There is no Merry Christmas when your life is a fight.

Cecia Jean DeCarlo

Former Resident - San Jose

Family Shelter