Xmas Poem by Jim Meyerholtz

Christmastime, Money to spend.
A year soon to end.

People run everywhere.
Some dont seem to care.

A Birth to some,
with gifts to none.

Giving of the best.
Taking for the rest.

Packages under a tree.
Rob, take, Rape than flee.

Smile wide eyed child,
soon youll go wild.

The one gift, child to seek.
The smell of death does reek.

Christmas carols fill the air.
In the alley, dead and bare.

Hope of 'I love you' being said,
a soundless bullet in the head.

Child of hope, your birthday.
Trampled in the fray.

Peace and love to send.
Knife, gun make it end.

Wide eye child full of wander.
Was it all a blunder