Oh Holy Night…the magic of Christmas.

Photo by Warren Wong on Unsplash

He has been there for hours. But time has no meaning when there’s nowhere else to be. No home to go to.

The trees which line the busy high street are silhouetted against the darkening sky. Their thin branches like witches clawed fingers. So he just waits. For what? And he watches.

Shoppers wrapped up in their warm little worlds while he shivers in his, the doorway to a boarded-up shop. Beside him…