Homeless Santas sing in gutters
Roasting Christmas cards in garbage cans
And teenage moms play helping elves
To score Jack frost in twenty Grams
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Part 3. Let us hope for a day when there are no ghettos, no drugs, but a day when there are plenty of smiles and hugs.
Part 2. But it's significance is totally different for the rich and the poor, in the High
For me, this poem is a haunting one. Of course, it is written in a humorous language. But the poverty and grime affects one's heart. Christmas is a season of joy and mirth for all, true.
this beautiful poem has put a smile on my face Bravo! And Happy New Year sweetie
And everybody has a gift From cousin jane to granny jean Mom has wine and dad just whines.....amazing!