Literary: The Perfect Gift

Passing by the street, I hear them yell

Of food to offer, to vend, to sell

Puto bumbong and bibingka, the taste of heaven

But all I could think are the hungry children

Passing by the mall I see lots of colors

Of things to wear all over their floors

But I can’t put out of my mind the naked lad

Whose broadsheet rags were all he had

Passing by the village I see different lights

Blinding stars and santas alike

But how can I forget the homeless family

Who dwell in carts to fit snuggly

How can I bear to see the frown?

On this little girl who seemed very down

I’m glad to give a little toy

To lift her spirit and give her joy

Oh how can celebrate?

If everyone’s mood is not into the date.

Would Christ be pleased on his very day?

I would agree, his will be way

See the smiles of these girls and boys

This is what I want, my gift of choice

What is Christmas if you see them gloomy?

I offer love, wishing them happy

-tenshi