Christmas time

Needle-point fingers
sweet smelling pine
adorned with baubles-
shiny green
gold
red
silver
fragile delicate cut glass of
stars
snowflakes
pretty twinkling lights
pride of place
stand tall
though, somewhere in the world
nothing to twinkle
but an incessant hunger
wishing stars seems to fall from the sky elsewhere
laden stockings
bellies full-
not another bite
yet somewhere in the world
a child begs for someone's scraps
Oh Holy night
prayers are heard-
others left
Christmas spirit
bring us all ever lasting light