A Christmas In Poverty

Material objects are meaningless trinkets compared to the love we share for each other.

On the eve of Christmas

As the light glistens on the snow

The fire crackles under the stockings

And the cabin is filled with a warm glow

The children all snug under grandma's quilt

And parents stare at an empty tree

Their hearts filled deep with guilt

Knowing they can only afford what is free

Daddy’s hands rough from working the fields

Moms touch soft as a gentle whisper of the dove

The only gift they could get their kids

Was a home filled with undying love

The children won’t understand 

Why Santa missed their home

They have been good all year

Still the tree stands alone

There are no presents to unwrap

There are no gifts for them to share

They only have their families love

With which no other gift can compare

Reviews

[Autumn]

I really enjoyed this piece, well done! It was very heartbreaking but also endearing at the same time! Lovely job :)

[Pail Writer]

Autumn,
Thanks for the review. It's about a time that I lived so many years ago, but I still reflect on occasionally. If for no other reason than to be appreciative of what I have now.