some things don't sell well for christmas...
used books stacked along crowded shelves
preowned cars lined up in lighted lots
vacant homes foreclosed by fat banks
one's old toys and brittle faded ornaments
or share the joyful celebration of the season...
a widow or as single again all alone tonight
soldiers standing station far away from home
shivering homeless one sleeping on steps
a forgotten puppy dog found in the pound

