Cold wet streets seem not to feel the holiday
while dustings of snow make collars be pulled close.
Wind swirls the frost from city to country
and back again in endless winter's breath.
Bright silver gold tinsel antique ornaments
placed on sweet smelling evergreens while
fireplaces fill warm rooms with glowing comfort.
Freezing room in a slum lit only by a candle
housing a mother with four hungry mouths
and not enough canned feast for them all but they quietly sing
Silent Night.
Which one is the real Christmas?
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