Stay safe, speak soon, happy Yule.

Twas the night before christmas

And all was quiet on the streets

Nothing was moving

Cept cops on their beats.

All shop lights were on but tellers had fled home, the rush of the season had cut them to the bone.

Weary and tired service had been cut, time for a rest, some sleep and some food.

In the street twas a door with a man standing lone, hat pulled on tight, coat done up all. Cup in hand he did sip black delight, nothing was getting in, not this xmas night. 

Not that our figure did lack xmas cheers, he stood each night fighting men over beer. He saw the world walk by on every noon, 

from bulky young men and women that swoon. Not much of a difference did these bawdy folk make, 

Twas just another night to our figure out late.

Cup all drank up and keys in his hand

The portal to close upon the hours demand.

But before the wood could touch socket true 

A gruff voice did call from the side near the door,

'Hey pal a favour, one for the poor..'

Twas a lone underprivileged, all shabby no chic,

A pennie, a meal a kind face he did seak,

'Whats up there pal, what can be done?'

The big bouncer man said quick as a shot, 'no money have I but how about something hot?' 

A cup was produced and coffee so black was poured from a flask from bouncers day sack.

Twas not a million in diamonds and gold,

Nor was it comfort nor hand to hold,

Was simple and kind and just what was needed,

Twas a just an ear and a voice that was heeded.