253.Christmas

Christmas is over 
Today Santa lies discarded 
With no one searching for him
Accept the homeless urchins. 
The miniature Santa toy 
Bought on impulse 
From the hawkers
Has no takers but the urchins. 
The abandoned bright red caps
Strewn all over the street
Tells it's own story.
Luckily to beat the December chill
They are picked up with care
And adorn the urchins head. 
Now Santa would rest safe
On the dirty heads and untidy rags 
Till he deserts his poor takers
And ventures out next Christmas; 
Here he may not have plenty to eat
But there will be no
Dearth of love and care.