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I posted this on a game forum and I got a reply:


i wrote this poem a while back when i was in high school when i went to the homeless shelter to do voulenteer work..

its a true story in utah...

enjoy it...

Homeless Christmas
*based on a true story*

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the streets

Not a person was stirring, just my poor cold feet

The dumpsters were lined by the smith’s store with care

With hopes that some food would soon be thrown there

The children were tucked away in their beds

With hopes for some coats, or a hat for their heads

The wife in her kercheif and I in my cap

Suddenly awoke from the cold winter's damp

Out on the sidewalk there arose such a clatter

I peeked out of my dumpster to see what was the matter

Away to the corner i fewl like a flash

And i pulled up my cap and threw back my sash

I looked to the moon and the new fallen snow

At the luster it gave to the things down below

Then what to my red eyes should appear

But a stranger without home coming ever so near

That frail little body looked once lively and quick

I knew all at once it was my oldest son Nick

Slower than a sloth in my direction he came

Gasping his last breath and whispering my name

Dearest dad i fear that it is my time to go

With so many things that i wish you to know

I watched as dry leaves took off as if to fly

They met that poor obsticle and took to the sky

Out to the street, to meet him, i flew

I held him in my arms, till his last breathe was through

In the twinkling of an eye i knew he was gone

I swear sat there and held him till dawn

Then I drew up my head and was turning around

When further down the street arose such a familiar sound

He was dressed all in blue from his head to his toe

He was soaked and was covered from the new fallen snow

The night stick he held, he swung it behind his back

He looked like a devil just stopping in his tracks

His eyes how they wrinkled, his lips in a snarl

I knew in an instant it was was police man Jack Marl

His wicked looking mouth was drawn back like a bow

I knew he could see me dispite all the snow

The stump of a cigar there, stuck in his teeth

And the smoke, it made an evil looking wreath

I could see that broad face and that massive round belly

It shook as he laughed, 'specially when he talked about Ellie

She was small and was skinn, worse she was mishapen

I screamed when i saw him in spite of what happened

A wink from his eye and a twist from his wrist

Soon gave me the notion that he wouldn't miss

He spoke not a word and went right to his duties

He looked over Nick and pulled out the goodies

Laying them tightly wrapped in my hands

He turned to meet the steady upcoming band

I ran to my dumpster as the team gave a shout

I watches as they searched for me, like scouring for grout

Then I heard Jack exclaim as he ran out of sight

"Merry Christmas Dear Paul, and to you... a goodnight"