• The joyous laughter of children fills the air
    As the Salvation Army workers ring their bells
    The windows at Macy's glitter and sparkle
    With the gems and jewels of the holiday season
    Bountiful is that which this people have
    Lavish presents are exchanged
    Hugs are given and received
    A warmth glows around the atmosphere
    Where they have almost everything
    But in the midst of all the cheer
    No one notices the man on the sidewalk
    Wrapped in the remains of a tattered blanket
    The wind tearing at the meek scraps of fabric
    He holds a can with a cardboard square
    That reads, "No job, no home"
    He stares with a hollow longing at the people
    Rushing past him and avoiding his gaze
    Where sapphire eyes will pierce their soul
    And tell them that it is not always this warm
    This cheerful, this invitation for holidays to come
    For on this man's holiday
    There are no presents
    There is no cheer
    There is no warmth
    Only the cold wind that whips his blanket
    And chills his dead, broken eyes