Wishing all of my good friends and readers of this blog one last Happy Christmas before Auld Acquaintance ceases to be in the New Year.
I hope you all have a wonderful time and enjoy the festive season, but remember to spare a thought for those less fortunate at this time of year, particularly those caught out in the cold and in these elements, where joy and festivities is a long ago dream in their nightmare world.
This is a true story from a number of years back, but the scene will still be repeated somewhere else tonight.
Many blessings and good wishes to you all
Away from the Manger ( A true story)
I looked upon a homeless man
trying to get some sleep
Lying on broken cardboard
beside a rubbish skip
While all around in the big hotel
all had comfort for the night
His head it lay on concrete
and dreamed of fire light
It was a cold cold night December
And the city shone like a Christmas tree
From the pubs and clubs rang merriment
People drunk on debauchery
Down by the river bank,I heard the sound of song
Carols drifting in the night
about some child and heavenly throng
And that we should see some light
The man looked in my direction
and saw me standing there
Then he pleaded with me
In the words of his despair
“Please don’t move me on from here
it’s the only shelter I can find
The night is cold and it’s turned to snow
behind this cardboard I can hide”
Somewhere else a fight broke out
Raised voices,angry stares
Some girl she screamed
upon the scene
a knife had taken air
A slash,a cut, disfigurement
Police rushing to the scene
A drunken boy in custody
Guest of her Majesty the Queen
The bells rang out for Christmas
Some others went to church
They sang their praise to God their King
And prayed for all their worth
On their way home,some passed the man
But didn’t like to stare
For they had finished singing anthems
for the homeless everywhere
I took the man and guided him
to a basement in the Inn
Tonight my friend you shall be warm
There lies some room within
I gave him food, that he should eat
Some drink,to nourish him inside
For this one night at least
A warm place he could reside
At Christmas time
The Above poem is based on the night, and real events Christmas 08
It was a bitterly cold night, and as I came out the back rubbish area of a City hotel, I discovered this homeless man laying cardboard on the cold concrete,and he had pulled cardboard over him as a blanket.
There was no hostel or shelter he could go to, and the snow was pouring down.
Normally if the hotel finds homeless people trying to take shelter, they are swiftly shown the door.
This was Christmas,and after speaking to the gentleman in question for a while, I broke the rules!!
I found him some dry storage space in the hotel where he had a couch to sleep on. I made him a warm meal and gave him tea to drink.
I had to make sure that he vacated the hotel for half six in the morning before management and staff came on duty.
But it was Christmas,and for once, some space was found in the Inn.