Tis The Season To Be Jolly.... - Poem by brian chacon
Wait, let us remember things are not always jolly.
Some of us have lost jobs, some have lost love ones, some have had
Some of us have had downfalls, some of us have had marital issues,
some of us have had that bad grade.
Some of us still have to finish something before the end of the year,
some of us have to work Christmas or New years, Some will be alone
Then there is those who will be without a home, with little food, or
no winter clothes. There are some with disabilities and no one to
be there with them, There are older people who will not be visited
this year or have lost there companion.
Hear all to this now....
Each time you get a Starbucks smile at that person without a home.
Each time you go out to eat say grace. To remember those who don't have
Each time you get upset for not finishing something, think of the one
who has no job or doesn't go to school.
Each time we get upset at our parents or spouses, think of those who
have lost someone or have not been visited in a long time.
Each time you get feel down because you didn't finish something or you
lose something. Remember those who don't have any money, clothing or
who have lost there home.
And times when you see someone with any type of disability don't just pass
by. Say 'Hi', open the door, offer to carry something for them or just be nice.
This is not to depress or banish the spirit of Christmas.
This is to remind us that Christmas is not just one time of the year, Christmas
can be every day or should I say should be every day.
Whether it's family or friends or the old couple. Or the boy with a disability or the
homeless person at the bus stop.
the Spirit of giving is every day, if we want it to be. And it starts with give to
yourself, and the ones you love.
Love, understanding, caring, communication,
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