Today parents packed the hall
To see their children perform
In the Christmas Play.
It was innocent and heart
Warming, and wonderful
And what Christmas should be about.
Meanwhile three hundred yards
Away in a mangy
Derelict hotel bought
By developers who couldn’t afford
To develop, a young life
Expires prematurely and alone.
Was it the cold made him
Seek refuge in a disused hotel.
Or was he turned away,
No room at the inn? This time
The play had no happy ending.
Just the opposite
Of Nativity and with it
The Christmas lights went out.