The Christmas Sonnet

Let's celebrate the homeless! Christmas Day
Is mangers, animals, and frankincense,
Gift-giving, both alarming and intense,
And wandering wise men. Who lost his way?
Who checked his feelings at the door? I say
I'm willing to appear a little dense,
But love for everyone? I'm on the fence,
And, frankly, this fence has begun to sway.

Be honest now: "There's no room at the inn"
Means no room at the inn. The place is full.
Declare it, if it isn't cock and bull,
And find a manger for them. It's no sin
To locate them with lambs. This is a win
For justice, and the dispossessed, and wool.