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I walked along the Yuletide Alley,
While clenching my December sweater,
Green banners promised the merry spree,
Red streaks heralded lovely weather

An eastward pry I slowly offered,
Small children seen in tawdry get-ups,
Yet sang they dearly like brumal birds,
In open arms, got treats in thin wraps

Midnight impending meant heading home,
And least Iโ€™ve seen were two morose boys,
With fifteen dimes from singing alone,
Bought paltry bread, slept with scavenged toys

Stepped on, Iโ€™ve seen amid breaking tears,
A stolid man from a car of brand,
Hitherto, he merely was for years,
For an affluent house, a roadman

Christmas for him was servility,
Miles heโ€™d drive, crossed meandering zones,
Yet not once, did with his family,
Smitten with the dream he only hones

I looked upon a dainty mansion,
Ebullient scenes Iโ€™ve hearkened also,
A banquet so lavish to mention,
Placated tongues with a giddy glow,

And so, I moved a few feet forward,
Under a post lamp wept two lovers,
Seemed no yuletide day could mar their guard,
Departed he, her mirth fell over

Staggered I was after trotting forth,
A woman carrying her newborn,
Met my guise, a quizzical comfort,
The child remained a Christmas memoire

Left behind the eclectic alley,
So gay or grim are peopleโ€™s seasons,
Though one canโ€™t look beyond all valleys,
Kindness should bind all daughters and sons.

Literary by Hans Noble, Writer
Graphics by Dylan Francis Clarete, Artist

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