To All a Goodnight

He shuffled past houses brightly lit by
Christmas lights

And he pictured the families inside
enjoying Christmas eve night

The memories kept him warmer than
the clothes he wore

And he felt the spirit of Christmas when
he reached the church’s back door

He found a place on the steps and gently
brushed away the snow

There he sat and listened to the choir sing
the carols of long ago

Out of his pocket he took a sandwich that
he had saved for this special day

And he enjoyed his dinner while the beautiful
music drifted his way

At the stroke of midnight when the world was
at peace and all was right

With no money to give he left this poem instead
And said "Merry Christmas and to all a good night"

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