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Editor, News-Register:
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the streets
Many were hovering under tiny tents made of sheets
The homeless were curled up on the cold hard ground
Neither a warm meal nor pillow for their heads to be found
No stockings are hung by a chimney with care
Besides a few items their homemade tents are bare
No bright lights twinkle on a Christmas tree
Just a glimmer of moonlight through a tear, I see
What they would give for a mere Christmas blessing
Rather than lying alone in the cold, trembling
So, for those of us warm and snug in our bed this Christmas Eve
Please say a prayer for those less fortunate to get a reprieve
As all of God's children, at this holiest of seasons
All are deserving of the same Christmas joy, void of a reason.
Pam Ackermann
Wheeling