Christ Calling

The light through the doorway fell in a vacant room,
Vacant of emotion,
Of people making merry,
Leftovers on the table,
Rags stitched many times over,
Covered a frail body,
The sole occupant sat listening to a party,
In the high-rise next to his shanty,
He has only heard of Santa,
And of Christ’s birth,
They are generous at the church during the festive season,
He’s got new ear muffs,
No longer the mad beggar,
He’s looked kindly upon,
Jesus, he thinks, must be a great guy,
To have finally convinced half the selfish world,
To give for the sake of giving,
A loving gesture, a genuine smile.