Stores filled with presents and ornaments aglow,
People walking to and fro,
Cars driving fast to pick up there trees,
And carolers going to houses singing with glee.
Toys of all sorts, and windows all aglitter,
Family laughing as they buy their Christmas together,
Jumping on trolleys and jumping over stones,
No one noticing a child alone.
A Child that's lonely and only wants love,
And would give anything for family instead of toys like above,
A child whose eyes are swimming with tears,
And arms aching to be held to calm all his fears
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A child who's Christmas isn't toys, trees and laughter,
But loneliness, tears, And things that don't matter,
A child who is protected by God and by angels above,
And who knows no other type of love.
Camille Matthews
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