Holy Night

 


credit cards
flashing
in the night sky
&
Santa’s sleigh
choking
with children’s debt
&
a love
that’s fueled
by Xmas tree
hugs & tinsel

‘twas the night'
before
baby Jesus
was born
&
there was no
silence
to be found
&
the only thing
sacred & holy
was the broken
busker playing
‘Joy to the World’
on his crumpled
&
rusting saxophone