Fecal stained drawers marked the spot, on his wheelchair, where they pulled his frail flesh free, then casually tossed it on a morgue stretcher, on his last Christmas eve. No one had come to visit him, again in this, his 10th season at the Rock a Bye Bye nursing home. No family, or church do-gooders, sharing hugs and candy canes. Just death, bringing him the gift of sweet oblivion, that he had been begging for "So long!"
Not even a manger to grace this tiny baby's head, freshly emerged from the spastic contractions, of a fifteen year old, squatting over a filthy toilet bowl, in a local Mobil station. Just whimpers and groans as she waits, impatiently to hear the splash from just below her once wanton loins relieving her at long last of this dreaded Christmas curse.
No common bond between the over fed white man in red, and the little boy from the ghetto, who'd waited in a long line at a fancy mall the school took everybody to, that was far, far away from the projects he knew.
Just a pale faced Santa unlike anything the boy had ever dreamed of, and no I-pod or new Schwinn bike or any new, good paying job for his dear momma, just two oranges, one candy bar, and a 25 cent coloring book, come Christmas mourn.
Christmas passes over so many souls, folks who fall short, of all its blessings.
Just beyond the dark shadows of the many colored lights, and the tinkling bells rung, reside the victims of lesser gods, many destitute, or alone, struggling through this season of peace, some board the rapid, in a slow ride to a two bedroom apartment, where they will face seven hungry mouths, with nothing much to fill them with.
Remember this when you mock the true traditions, of Christmas as you suckle the caramel from those rich chocolate bon-bons, plucked out of that o v e r s t u f f e d stocking, above your yuletide fire's burning.
Then perhaps you will "Marry Christmas to reality" come next year, which will in turn greatly improve your giving unto others and allow you to finally recieve the true blessings of this holiday we often love to hate.
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