'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the center,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The family's bags sat by the door with care,
With hopes that the van driver soon would be there;
The church welcomed the children with a warm, healthy meal,
A smile and some laughter, their hearts they did steal.
And mamma in her sweat pants and dad in his cap,
Had settled in on their air mattress for a nice longish nap.
But sooner rather than later the van soon arrived,
With sleepy and tired eyes, the families obliged.
They hauled all their items into the cold winter air,
To head back to the center that they would share.
The moon glinted on the river a sight to see,
They crossed the Susquehanna as they did regularly.
The children wondered if Santa had found them in this place,
But the Christmas tree was ready in any case.
They burst through the door with hopeful hearts,
And low and behold, gifts lay under the lights.
The paper went flying and the giggles did too.
The parents stood happy. This day could have been blue.
But they were safe, and warm, and working on their life,
With much less worry and much less strife.
The driver smiled and headed into the morning glow,
And thought to themselves, “How these folks felt this morning, I’m glad I may never know.”