A silent night, a lonely night,
no reindeer on the roof.
A winter moon, my eyes behold,
to my homelessness, you are aloof.
No stranger to a manger,
not a hotel bed for me.
They say that Christ was born,
in this same pitiful state was He.
We have so much in common,
just a star to guide the way.
Where are the promised Wise Men
who at my feet, their gifts, should lay?
A pair of socks and toiletries
are all the gifts I need.
For I cannot expect a roof,
since the bank did take my deed.
No hot drink to keep me warm,
a bottle of beer must do.
I can’t help but hate this holiday
because next year, this will be you.
Open your gifts and smile.
At that smartphone, you will stare.
It blinds you to reality
of the poverty, everywhere!
There are so many without hope
and no money to their name.
While your car is filled with gifts
yet your conscience knows no shame.
How can you not remember
whose birth we celebrate?
For just one day in one whole year,
and it still won’t resonate.
What we have done to those who lack
a home and food to eat,
is testament to the fact
that you’d leave Jesus on the street!
Shelby I. Courtland
©2017 Shelby I. Courtland