As I continue to gaze at this strange formation
the shape is becoming clearer to me

Now I can picture a man
it seems he is holding out his hands
almost in a begging way

He is wrapped in a blanket
a pedestrian walks by and drops a quarter by the strangers side

I realize what sight I'm seeing
the strange formation was a homeless man

I go to bed that night and think about the man
I can't get him out of my thoughts

In the morning I eat half my bagel
drink half my glass of milk
but I get a guilty feeling inside me

Tomorrow is Christmas but I don't feel excited
I feel mad at myself for not realizing it earlier
I take advantage of what I should be grateful for
I don't think to try and save electricity because my family has the money to pay for it

But what about the people who don't?
the people who sleep under a ripped blanket and shiver throughout the entire night
the people who feel as if they are having the best day of their lives when they eat three meals a day

What do these people do on Christmas?
I know they won't crawl out of their warm bed expecting to see dozens of gifts under the trees
I know they won't have turkey with potatoes and freshly picked vegetables
What do these people do on Christmas?