Cold streets, winter nights
Warm windows, wrapped with lights
Loneliness and hands that freeze
Mistletoes and sparkling trees
Santa Clause finds some, not all
Some are at the Christmas Ball
While some are huddled close together
Under bridges, facing weather
Some are warm, by a fire
Some at stores, the constant buyer
Some in Church, singing praise
Some are gone, been so for days
As you join family and friends
Think of all the faces that Christmas lends
And don’t complain, whatever you do
There’s always someone who has it worse than you.