SOMEONE ELSE'S CHRISTMAS
by Gerard J. Surprenant
In great despair this time of year,
I plod through snowdrifts wandering.
Not knowing why I tread this way,
With idle muses squandering.
Penniless as a pauper's son,
In need of some protection
I drop into recesses made
By others' worn rejections.
In light I search for reasons why
The sun has shown for many.
Still, during this His Christmas tide,
No ray has found me, any.
But while I sleep, in dreams alone,
I feel the warmth of love's bright fires
And drift through scenes of caring times
Content with my heart's desires.