Kite's Tale

"Come one,
Come all."
Chimes the carney
Down the hall.

On empty throne
A child is born.
At the bar,
My heart is worn.

Another round.
Another drink.
Another reason
Not to think

Or weep into
The arms of God.
Salvation lady
Thinks I'm odd.

Reach into my bag of tricks.
Nothing here I had to nick.
Just one gift I hide and seek.
That love and joy befall the meek.

Small beneath the lamp post light,
Focused on a silent night.
From the stoop and from the gutter,
Can we learn to love each other?

Joy and tidings I wish to you.
Not just nothings to accrue.
Blessed those who want to feel
A holy night means something real.


12/23/24
ZONE S2E11