The Uninvited Guests Poem by Tony Adah

A certain volunteer guest
His name called Starry came
With folks and kinsmen
To our house and prompted us
When we were preparing for Christmas.
Our food still raw and kept in the store
Came to the kitchen
Got some heat and went to rest
In these guests' stomach
And the volunteer guest
Was full of pride for feeding a crowd
In our house
We dashed our gratitude to his pride
But the sincere and grateful guests
Knew where their thanks could go
And when it came
We invited them for the real Christmas.