I wrote two haikus, Before Christmas Day and After Christmas Day but put this poem in between hoping that I will see the plight of my brother and sisters in the armed forces and Veterans forever gone, because the powers that are, will honor all of them without conditions.

He wheeled his chair a little more near,
to better see the baby resting on the crib,
with His parents kneeling by the sides,
and curious shepherds wanting to see
the Messiah born from the flesh of man
as it was written eons ago in the prophesy.

He had no myrrh, no incense, or gold
to offer the child, just a few tears passively
following down every face’s wrinkles
that crisscrossed like welts both cheeks,
he didn’t came here to pray or to beg,
just his Purple Heart he wanted to give.

He couldn’t understand why his country
ignored the plight of its soldiers amputees,
preparing for Christmas with such fervor
while its Veteran soldiers had nothing to eat,
leaving them homeless in winter’s cold
while praising the Lord with their hypocrisy.

He wheeled himself out of the small chapel
to the snow covered small world of the street,
the sudden cold took hold of his trembling face
with the merciless hands of the winter’s wind,
and as he ploughed away going to nowhere
he felt crying and said, “merry Christmas to me”