Christmas is fast on the approach- carols are on the radio, presents are under the tree and the preparation for family meals has begun.
Tonight, children will hang stockings by the fire or put clogs outside their houses, in the hope that Santa will behold them with gifts when they arise tomorrow morning. But on the other side of the world and in our neighbouring countries, even on our streets, men, women, boys and girls are starving. The greatest gift they will get this year is life and they will expect nothing more, but what if we could change that? If we home them and feed them, care for them and nourish them, they may begin to see life for the little pleasures, rather than the pain of the hunger and cold that braces them this year.
Whilst we hug our parents and joyously thank them, they will be being moved on by police officers or abused outside our windows. In our society that we have built to supposedly be equal.
Whilst we sit for that meal that many of us take for granted, they begin even for pennies; just enough for a hot drink or something small to eat so they might not feel so unloved.
Whilst we are ungrateful and callous, they are freezing. They are sleeping in boxes or under a few blankets whilst we sit by the fire.
It pains me to imagine what life must be like out there, but what hurts more is that we ignore this issue because we don’t want it to be true. You don’t know this mans story- he could be in the gutter from his parents evicting him. He’s not your usual drug abuser. He had a happy home and a bed to sleep in, a place to rest his head, but his world was turned upside down. Perhaps his new step mother didn’t approve of him so he just had to leave; I’ve seen it happen to a young man and he stayed in our house a while. He worked two jobs and was trying to stay in sixth form education, but he was crumbling in the real world. Eventually he moved on, and I’m yet to see him out on the street, but I’m also yet to hear from him.
Why do we wait on the world to change? We can start a revolution all by ourselves. A pledge to improve society, to eradicate such negative stigma around sensitive issues, to end poverty and suffering.
Please give generously this Christmas. You don’t know that old mans story or the old woman’s tale, so spare a few pounds and buy them a hot chocolate or a little time to talk. They appreciate it more than anything when you simply treat them like a human being, I know. We never know, next year, or in the next 10 years, that could be you and no one may be there to help you out of the gutter.
Christmas isn’t all joyous when you step outside the threshold; it’s a question of if you dare, and this year, I dare you to be the one to change.
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