In a world of joy and merriment, where snowflakes softly fall, There are those who face the winter's bite, with nowhere to call home at all.
Oh, homeless ones, on Christmas morn, with empty pockets and weary feet, May the warmth of compassion touch you, as you seek solace in the street.
Though the world may seem a barren place, and your hearts may ache with pain, Remember that you are not alone, there are hands that truly care.
In the depths of winter's chill, when the world seems cold and stark, There is a spark of human kindness, that will keep your spirits dark.
So hold your heads up, homeless ones, and let your spirits rise, For there is hope amidst the darkness, as the Christmas star does rise.
May the blessings of this holy season, bring you warmth and peace, And may the spirit of giving guide you, to places you've never seen.
Oh, homeless ones, on Christmas morn, may your spirits rise above, For there is love in every heart, that will forever help you thrive.
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