I stand in the shadows
With all the Christmas wishes,
In my tattered worn clothes
Alongside all the Christmas dishes.
Presents are being exchanged
While some still lie beneath the tree,
They are all happily and cheerfully arranged
But, none are left or given to me.
The children they all are grinning
As Santa and his elves had arrived,
They have been good without any sinning
Wednesday, December 7, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: christmas,forgotten,jesus