'Twas the Night Before Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through Warmland

Not a creature was stirring, not a station unmanned

Stockings were donated by generous souls

Brand new ones, dry ones, socks without holes!

The people were nestled, all snug in their beds

Safe from the streets, asleep and well fed

With shelter workers keeping a vigilant eye

On a cold winter night, bright stars in the sky

When out in the courtyard there arose such a clatter

Staff poured out the doorway to see what was the matter?

And there, on the bench, in well-worn red clothes

Was a bearded old man, with a tear on his nose

“You know, he said softly, ‘I’ve had some hard times

Addiction and illness left me just a few dimes

I once drove a sleigh, with a home at ‘The Pole’

With COVID, and struggles, I’ve nowhere to go.’

‘Come into the shelter’, said one of the workers

We’ll find you clean clothes, a warm meal, take a shower

We provide counselling, a nurse, shelter too

Everyone struggles, this is nothing new

Old St. Nick slowly rose to his feet

“I’ll come inside, but just for some heat”

And into the shelter, all of them hurried

Shaking off the cold, to the warm room they scurried

And so jolly St. Nick moved into the Shelter

To get back on his feet, safe from the weather

So be generous and loving, it always feels right

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night

(Our Shelter Elves from left to right - Saige, Melissa, Hailey, Eddie and Carey

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