The stillness of the silent night
was broken,
angry rants I heard
above the sparks crackling
from the brick-chimneys
down my street.

Strong-whiskey flowed
in my neighbors house,
the home of four
beautiful children,
ages five to eleven.

And for a brief-moment
I felt a happy thought,
thinking things would be alright,
feel a bit like Heaven,
'cause Santa was coming soon,
to soothe them
for at least one day in Hell.