Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve

A Poem by Matt

Christmas lights twinkle in the shopping arcade
That Christmas Eve.
Giant plastic Santa's smile
And mud-brown reindeer's pranced across the walls.
Tiny voices of taped carol singers filled the air.
People rushed and pushed,
Hurried and scurried
To buy the last of the Christmas presents.

And on a bench,
Before the Crib,
Sat an old woman
In shabby coat and shapeless woolen hat,
Clutching an empty threadbare bag
Smiling at the little plaster figure of the Son of God

© 2012 Matt


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Matt
Matt

Wolverhampton, West Nidlands, United Kingdom



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