It is 4 in the morning brain. Let me sleep.

Yeah. Title doesn't rhyme. I'm 4 in the morning. I have lost my mind.

Twas the night before Christmas.
Most people were yawning.
Except those who had no home, unhappy or mourning.
For things have been changing, for you and for me.
The rich got richer.
The poor got poorer.
All because of that Saint Nick, you see.
Well more his lists.
They've changed.
From Naughty and Nice.
To who can afford anything with spice?
While most live in there homes.
There is more to see.
Like a small boy.
Unhappy as canbe.
No presents, no feast await him for the morning.
No stories before bed.
Just him curled up.
Alone, cold and not fed.
For this brave young boy.
He wasn't happy persay.
His family had no home.
It had to be that way.
He had been good.
All year round.
However Saint Nick.
Was nowhere around.
Had this boy been forgotten by the Jolly Saint Nick?
Of course not.
He had never had a Christmas so he had never heard of such a character.
This boy walked miles.
For a drop of water, decent food and proper attire.
Things you and I take for granted, you see.
For that boy, the years were harsh.
Not just because of schooling, or needing a bed.
Just for basic things, like warmth, or being fed.
Those lists of Saint Nicks' has surely changed from Naughty and Nice.
Wish there was some way to give everyone something with dice.
A board game? A phone?
More than anything, that boy wanted a bone.
He wasn't a dog, everyone just treated him like one.
They walked over him, thinking his parents were rich.
If they were, why did they live in this ditch?

Twas the night before Christmas.
But everything was askew.
For this fine young lad.
His parents were wealthy, that was all he knew.
However each year.
He would find a sack of presents.
All neatly wrapped, under the tree.
For this is the happier story.
You all want to see.

Author's Note

Unfinished.