Reflecting puddles – there's no snow
Though chilly it is still quite mild
No snowmen greet the modern child ...
Leaden clouds obscure the sun
But on ground level, people run
Between the bright-lit shop displays;
Small wooden chalets catch my gaze:
Mulled wine and tartiflette for sale
Ribbons and cellophane prevail
Carved figurines are selling fast
Bulging carrier bags flash past.
Perfumes, soaps, hand-painted toys
Crowded stalls, excited noise
An air of expectation reigns
The muffled sound of church bell strains...
God and Mammon hand in hand
Consumerism carefully planned
While in the shadows, pinched and cold
Stand those, before their time, grown old..
How cruel to have to sleep outside
Though Social Services provide
Christmas cheer and now include
Some comfort in the form of food ...
(c) Poet in the woods 2018
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