|ODE TO HOLIDAY |
by Mark Weismantel
Upon us now is that time of year again
When we think a lot about our family and friends.
The days are short and the nights are cold,
But our hearts are warm, which brightens our soul.
We endure the crowds to shop at the store.
It's worth it to us to find the perfect gift to give someone we want to buy for.
We put up lights and decorations all over the place.
Sometimes we put up so much we run out of space.
The kids are excited to go for a night ride,
To see all of the light displays people have created outside.
There are parties and dinners and food galore.
Everyone eats, drinks, and stuffs themselves 'til they can't eat anymore.
To some people, however, it's just another day,
Back in their box or alley or wherever they stay.
They see people shopping and eating and the lights all over town,
But that's not part of their world, as somewhere along the way
the world has let them down.
They curl up to keep warm as the cold wind bites through their clothes.
Long forgotten are the days of presents with bows.
And others lie in a bed attended by a nurse.
Getting well and going home is what they are thinking of first.
All of the family get-togethers and eggnog will pass them by this year.
The doctors and nurses will be their holiday cheer.
Those who protect us abroad and will not be home,
They have to stay out there since the world's political views
So when we celebrate, we'll hold up a glass and toast them each year,
And hope the next holiday they will be near.
Hug your kids and keep them safe,
As some have never experienced that being a waif.
Enjoy your holiday and celebrate this season,
And when you toast, remember the others and maybe toast...for a greater reason.