Christmas Eve
came as a false spring
with sunshine and 59 degrees.
Last night
we walked around in sweatshirts
looking at lights.
This morning over coffee,
among the other tales of sports
and murder, I read that
are now eligible for assistance
from state food banks.
Without irony,
the governor allocated $500,000
federal money to feed them.
Local press called him
Santa Claus, oblivious that the gov's policies
helped create this poverty.
An old man who delivers
hunger to little children,
inadequately remedies the issue,
and is praised for his efforts
is befitting a Christmas Eve
30 degrees warmer than normal.