It’s Christmas Time In The City

As the little drummer boy played

His unworthiness he exposed

It echoed in the cold

In the car

On the side of the road

As the tears streamed down

It’s Christmas time in the city.

It’s not in many hearts

But the hope is to plant hope

And the hope is to grow hope

It’s Christmas time in the city.

Every year around this time I remember when I had no hope left in my heart. I sat in my car, on a bitterly cold night and The Little Drummer Boy played on the radio. I listened to the words for the first time. They resonated so deeply as I sobbed. It’s my favourite Christmas song to date.

To remember is to never repeat the mistakes of the past.

This poem is dedicated to those that are missing hope in their hearts.