I heard the Jakes on Christmas day
Their old familiar bellows play
Low and deep the blasts repeat
Of food on tables, good will to men.
I thought how, when the truckers arrived,
The bellies of all kept full with pride
As they roll along on broken chains
Of highway where little remains, good will to men.
And in respect I bowed my head:
“There is no peace on earth,” I said
“For hate is strong, and mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.”
Again the jakes bawled, loud and deep:
“Good will isn’t dead, and we will not sleep;
The wrong street address will not cause us to fail,
Your Christmas toys we’ll avail, good will to men.’
Rolling, strolling to make home in a day,
The world revolves because they work this way
A father, a mother, family left behind
Bring pieces of life, good will to men.
Merry Christmas from the Parker Family. Thanks you for making our lives as we know them possible.