You wake up on the first day of advent,
With an advent calendar downstairs.
They wake up on the streets,
Catching their deaths.

You decorate your house,
With lights, Christmas trees, and wreaths.
They don’t have houses,
Never mind Christmas trees.

You get Christmas Cards,
Religious or not,
Nobody talks to them,
It’s like they’re not even there.

You put mince pies and milk for Santa,
A carrot and a glass of water for the reindeer.
They probably don’t know who these are.
They are sitting there staring into the night sky.

You bounce out of bed on Christmas Day,
To a pile of presents,
They wake up,
It’s just another day of depression.

You have a lovely Christmas dinner,
Turkey, with all of the trimmings.
They get whatever crumbs they find.