He was woken by the chilly wind
Blowing all the way from the north
Hitting hard at his bare back
Oh, wow! “It’s Christmas” he says
Dusting his already worn out sandals
He picks himself up in readiness
To face the cruelty of this harsh world.
Taking uncalculated steps
He staggers uncoordinated, all the way to the streets
Twice almost hit by a car
His destination, he doesn’t know
He keeps walking, mumbling under his breath
Releasing dead stenches
Rendering so many bacteria’s homeless
Across the road
He sights a family of four
Making their way into their dark blue Lexus jeep
The children giggling happily
Their mother trying to control them
Their father on a phone call
They look like they’re about to travel
They are carrying a luggage and traveling boxes
Oh wow! He says to himself, “Merry Christmas!” He smiles.
Thousands of flies surrounding him
Unbothered he keeps walking
Mumbling under his breath
“Merry Christmas.” he laughs
