On a Candycane High

Oh joy, it’s Christmas.

Cupcakes and brownies and other forms of treat

And a poor homeless man lying on the street.

Oh joy, it’s Christmas,

Candy, chocolate, clothes on sale

And prisoners of conscience still stuck in jail.

Oh joy, it’s Christmas,

Romantic dates, flower bouquets,

And children that struggle to survive the days.

Oh joy, it’s Christmas,

Family, friends, and lovers rejoice

While a lonely teen has lost his voice.

Oh joy, oh splendour, oh love, oh glee,

A Christmas so happy and free.

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Tags: art, Christmas, holiday, inequality, poetry, winter, writing

• December 15, 2011
• Poetry, Writing
• 2 comments