Oh, gather ’round, ye merry souls,
With tinsel dreams and jingle bells,
In homes adorned with sparkling lights,
We toast to joy on frosty nights.
Our table’s set with turkey grand,
With stuffing, gravy, and a helping hand,
The family laughs, the children play,
As carols echo, come what may.
Yet here we sit, so snug and warm,
While outside brews a bitter storm.
The homeless wander, shivering, cold,
While we feast on blessings, manifold.
“Pass the potatoes!” someone shouts,
As we sip our wine and laugh about,
The latest trends and holiday cheer,
Oblivious to the silent tear.
“Look at my sweater, isn’t it bright?
A perfect blend of red and white!”
While just outside, the world’s a mess,
With refugees dreaming of just a dress.
“Oh dear, how sad,” we say with a sigh,
As we scroll through feeds of the “other” life,
Where children dream not of toys and treats,
But of safety, warmth, and a place to eat.
Let’s not forget the maimed in war,
Whose Christmas wishes are far from lore,
For them, the lights are but a cruel jest,
While we indulge in our holiday fest.
We raise our glasses, toast to the cheer,
“Here’s to love, and family near!”
Yet in our hearts, do we truly know
The weight of sorrow that others tow?
“Just give a little,” we chant with glee,
As we drop a coin into charity,
But what’s a dollar when a soul is lost,
When love’s true meaning is the ultimate cost?
For every carol sung in delight,
There’s a heart that aches in the quiet night,
For every gift wrapped with ribbons and bows,
A lonely spirit in darkness grows.
So let’s take a moment, just one little pause,
To think of those fighting for just a cause,
To remember the lonely, the lost, the poor,
And open our hearts, not just our door.
As we feast on our bounty, let’s also reflect,
On the joy of giving, the love we can project,
For Christmas is not just a time to receive,
But a chance to show that we truly believe.
So here’s to the ones who may not have much,
To the hands that are empty, the hearts that need touch,
Let’s share our abundance, let kindness abound,
In this season of love, let compassion resound.
For in the end, as we gather and cheer,
True joy comes from giving, from holding each dear,
So raise your glass high, but remember the call,
That Christmas is for sharing, it’s for one and for all.
