He stood at the door hungry and poor .
They said look what crawled out of the sewer ,their words like daggers cruelly sent .

Inside the hall the well dressed all went,producing tickets to get inside .
The homeless man watched from the outside .

The room overspilt with chatter,
About what ?
It didn’t matter .

There was food and drink for everyone.
The Christmas party had begun.

The tables were decorated well , with Bon Bons and colourful tinsel .

There were paper plates and serviettes .
The man with a mic paid his respects .

“You’re all welcome here today .“
He said .
Outside the hall someone needed fed .

The homeless man looked in the window .
And waited for the people to go .

The kitchen staff put out the garbage .
And the homeless man went on a siege .

Pulling through all the leftover food .
And he ate up as much as he could .

He ran and hid as people walked past .
And woke up on the street at Christmas .



By Paul McCann