Children think of Christmas
As a time to get their presents
Yet not one single thought goes through their minds
About the homeless peasants
They have to suffer on the streets
And steal to feed their family
I wish the real story could be told
For all of the children to see
That when they open up their presents
On that bright Christmas day
That many people all over the world
Have nothing of which to play
They have no big Christmas dinner
With a warm and cozy home
They just sit on their streets and suffer
Feeling cold and all alone
The true meaning of Christmas
I wish these people could see
For some people would wish for a single crumb
When they don't even have a family
~5eol~
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great poem, hun. 
