Just another night

Bells
ding
ding
heralding another
festive night
cold winter
wrapped up warm
hot sticky summer
by the beach
minds filled with peace
bellies filled with indulgence
thoughts
promises
little do they know they'll be broken by morning
another festive season
smiles
polite
tomorrow there'll be the same loathe
Christmas time
around the world
different
yet the same
but not for all—
the little boy in the far abandoned stretch of land
waits like he does every other day
for them to come back
the little girl who calls that shack a home
waits like she does every day
for someone to bring her something to eat
and home
we laugh
exchange the gifts we laboured over to buy
and don't really care about much