He watches them hang the lights in the trees;
they’re all bundled up against the freeze.
On top of the lamp-posts go the decorations and snow.
The town looks so festive with the streets all aglow.
He sees Santa lead the parade as it passes by,
on a sleigh pulled by reindeer, with gifts piled high.
He hears children laughing and carolers singing,
music playing, and sleigh-bells ringing.
It begins to snow, so he zips up his coat
and tightens the collar around his throat.
His gloves don’t match---he’s just glad he has two---
and the snow reminds him of the holes in his shoe.
He pulls his hat down over his ears,
as he blinks his eyes against the tears.
Then he finds a dry place where the lights aren’t so bright