Twelve Days to Christmas - Days 5 and 6
Away in a shelter, no cot if you’re trans,
You’re welcome to stay if you dress as a man
The folks are well meaning but don’t really see
that a young woman I was may-ade to be
The wind is still howling outside bitter cold.
The shelter will welcome or so I was told.
I love you, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky.
Keep me warm in this alcove till morning is nigh.
Oh thank you Lord Jesus...now some understand,
Inclusive and loving; they're extending a hand!
Some churches are learning; which brings me great joy
Where I’m finally seen as a girl not a boy!
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What Child is this
Who lies in rest
On Timmy’s bed is sleeping?
She looks familiar and very sweet,
While we this watch are keeping?
So wake her up and give her hugs ,
Come fam-i-ly…let’s hold her
No longer Tim but Mir-i-am
Let loving hearts embrace her….
This, this is our middle child,
With heart so precious and soul so mild
Haste, haste, to bring her love,
Our sister and our daughter
Comments
I forgot which state it was...
Actually passed a law to forbid women's homeless shelters
from admitting transwomen, EVEN IF THEY WANTED TO!
And it wasn't a warm weather state, where sleeping outside
in Winter might be an option, but somewhere like Michigan...
Let's hope Santa took note of whoever came up with this one
and leaves raindeer poop in their Christmas stocking this year...
grrrrrr!!!
~hugs, Veronica
And remember...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ifLqzLEB3E0
Goodwill To All And A Merry Christmas
No true spirit of Christmas in the hearts of some, but how do we keep electing people like that?
"Haste, haste, to bring her love"
beautiful.