Marnie’s Christmas

Down and almost out.

Got evicted today.

Have no idea where to go.

I wander downtown, two kids in tow.

Where to sleep tonight? I simply don’t know.

Walked by a Right to Life rally.

Thought about asking them for help,

But my youngest sneezed and someone yelled

‘Put a mask on that whelp!’

It burns. Oh to make a cutting retort.

But I’m tired. I need food, not rhetoric.

These folks care more about a blastocyst than me and my four year old boy, Jesus.

Jesus be only four. But he not normal. Can just blink his eyes and make things slide across the floor.

Wiggle his ears and tickle your fancy.

Throws a wink and the pain in your arm causes you to drop a dish in the sink.

You see it break into shards; he winks again and it never happened.

But he not able to get us out of this.

I think people were once kinder,

Back when a stranger

Offered Jesus ’ parents a manger.