Homeless at Christmas

Homeless at Christmas

I hope it won’t snow this Christmas it one of my biggest fears it was so bitter last year even thinking of it makes me shudder and shed a tear.

They won’t be eating Turkey with all the trim unless they find a charity shelter and they can get in. The people at the shelters are angels from up above they give their time and plenty love. They really are saviours they really do so much good. They give warmth and comfort and Christmas dinner and even  Christmas pud.

OH! why are they out here I hear you say there are lots of reasons, have you got all day. Dave got made redundant the bills he couldn’t pay so the bank stepped in and took his home away. His wife could not stand the B&B that the social offered them so she took the children off to live with her mum so Dave won’t see them again.

Jen, she was cheeky girl always having fun staying out late and playing up in the end it got too much for her mum! After a big row one night  in the summer she asked Jen to go, so she is struggling along out here now,when your homeless it is amazing how fast your friends all go.

Rob well his story is very sad, it all started with his drinking then he discovered drugs he became violent and everything turned bad. He fell out with his mothers boyfriend who told him he had to go and then threw him out into the January snow.

The reasons are legion you can take your pick, from parents who can’t cope to addictions that make you loose all hope,parents or family who beat you, family who will not stop at a touch they want you to give them way too much.

This may all seem morbid this may all seem too sad I hate to tell you all, things can be so very, very bad. People young and old see their hope and dreams unfold and vanish in clouds of smoke as they end up on the streets lost and without hope.

So enjoy your Christmas parties, your families and your Yule tide fare but as you raise a toast remember the homeless ones out there .

Mary and Jo part16

“I have an idea” said Balthazar “I think we should wear our national robes to show honour to a new king I have mine with me do you two need to go shopping”.

Dressed to meet a king

The other two men smiled and produced their robes they’d  brought, they had all had but one thought.

The shepherds on the way down from the pastures to the town discussed whether the sheep would be a good idea for the parent’s of the new king to keep. We must take them though our intentions we need to show.

Sitting quietly in the back was Josh a nephew who was out with the shepherds the night the angels came. He will never forget the light, the voices the beauty he will never be the same again.

Scouring his mind Josh wanted to find a gift but he had none, then in his pocket something slipped into his hand he did not know at first but his search was done. A friendship bracelet his friend had given him, as he had left to go and fight a war. This bracelet had protected him and now it would carry the protection over to the new king.

  

a gift fit for a king

Sitting back and feeling good he was happy to pass his good luck on to the new child who was to be the One. Easier now in his head he sat back and closed his eyes and relived last night , the angel and how was lit the countryside. He felt angel wings touch his face and felt his soul fill with grace.

The children of the staff, of Hotel Delph were happily helping Mares make a paper chain, they asked her to tell them about her angel again. She smiled and told them they all had a guardian angels of their own who watched over them and kept them safe when they were out and when they were at home.

making paper chains

The Children loved this idea they all started searching around they all started to ask where they, there are none here. Mares smiled and said you can not see them but have no fear they are always with you they are always here .

Irena and Annya had both got out their medical books they both sat in the staffroom books open on obstetrics, take a look. They were both ready for almost anything and prayed to God above to let it go with a swing. The others all felt the buzz something was in the air they all wanted to help and were elated to feel that they really did care.

The lady up the road was sitting in her room still singing happily she was sewing the jacket up it would be on the baby soon. Her cat was playing with the dog next door sitting together on the floor. She smiled at them thinking that if you did not know better it looked as if they were talking, as if they were in the know.

There was something in the air, expectancy was everywhere as the children were tucked into their beds the words of Mares gently echoed in their heads. It certainly made for happy dreams because for the children Mares had only said so much and covered that in sugar and cream.

sweet dreams

As for the future she foresaw, she told herself look no more the child is not yet born, no point to worry on what is to come no point sorrow and mourn. Getting up Mares felt a twinge… this was different this was new OH! quick get Annya and Irene too!………

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