First December

First of December 

And up goes the Xmas tree

The first bauble is yours to see

You, who can't make it

You whose soul is blue 

To have been kicked out

Of your love nest 

Just before Xmas

The bauble hangs on the tree

You chose all those years ago

With your father

Come and rest 

In the place where love for you is eternal .

This Is a real nightmare

You have nowhere to stay

Couch surfing not being viable 

In the long run

You don't have a place

To  decorate your Xmas tree

Thus you've discovered 

The true message 

Of Xmas of old

Behind the baubles and lights

Mary had no place to celebrate 

The birth of her baby

Like millions of refugees

They have no place to celebrate life

No safe place to live

For them home is a dream

Of enduring peace.