Trees in open trunks
Going to peoples homes
To become brightly trimmed
In celebration
Of Christ's birth
People without homes
Don't wish for trees
Or turkeys with trimming
Anymore than you or I
In tribulation
They wish for shelter
from the cold
A moment's warmth
A minute's peace
An hour of hope
A home of their own
Pattra Burnetto Monroe
December 1995
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