snow
covering all ugly things.
Like
it was after Last
Christmas,
&
during all of the winter months
I
sang Let
It Snow! Let It Snow!
forgetting
I was not alone.
In
the Silent
Night & all those other cold days,
in
the refugee camps they were freezing
the
Jingle
Bells ringing
because
some met their death.
again
I wonder
&
how many Little
Drummer Boys
are
still stuck in the camps
waiting
for a Santa
Claus Coming to Town
to
give them a peaceful living.
I
may have had a Grandma
Got Run Over by a Reindeer
nothing
compared with what most refugees endured
and
while I
saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus
they
for sure saw worse.
Mary's
Boy Child was
born in a shed
because
she had to flee persecution.
Now
again: many families torn apart,
praying:
Please
Come Home for Christmas.
&
Here is Frosty
the Snowman
his
white season ready to come
but
this year I beg you: no cold nor snow
of
all those muddy desperate camps.
do
not forget all those people
stuck
in summer tents, without a home,
Rudolph
the Red nosed Reindeer
a faraway dream.
also
for the many angels who are still there to help
they
show that Santa's
Got a Bag of Soul
to
distribute all over the world
to
those who have nothing
and
wonder:
Mamacita,
Donde
Esta Santa Claus?
wish
(war
is over)
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