The holy night sings

Peals of laughter and cheer

Dazzle the starry sky

Fairy lights smile

Through a night very bright

Not so calm

At the street corner

In dingy rooms

Mother and child

Huddle into a shapeless form

A mass of darkness

Melting into a holy night

Blinding car lights zoom past

Mobile midnight mass

In polyphonic pristine perfection

Ring through a holy night

As Infants tender

And mothers gentle

Sleep though

Afraid to dream of a heavenly sleep

Dreaming of a miracle

A magical mystery morn

Drinks overflow

Food smashed

Polished shoes on polished floors

A holy child peers through a frosted pane

For a gleam

Of a redeeming grace.