Homeless Christmas Party

These things only happen in Goth Land. As I was talking to my little homeless friend Leo this morning it occurred to me that they never have a Christmas party. Everyone goes to some Christmas party - unless you're homeless. Where would you have it? "Oh, the bus shelter looks good this year folks". Who would you invite?

So, having shared a coffee I went away to contemplate this. Needless to say, my freaky Gothic mind came up with a solution. Merrily to the supermarket I did go thinking ahead of how I was going to a) give Leo and his lovely dog Bo a day to remember and b) freak out most of the population of the city.

Suitably kitted out in my best Gothic gear, and with considerable supplies, I returned.

• Bag full of clothes I would never use
• Bottle of cheap champagne
• Plastic glasses
• Assorted snacks and chocolates
• Chewy smelly dog type things for Bo

At first I thought he was weeping from happiness but then I realised how demeaning I must have appeared. Complete twat. I hadn't given a thought to what HE actually wanted. Bo, however was over the moon. After a discussion he (Leo, not Bo who by this time was licking his balls) understood that what I had done was with the best of intentions. We shared a drink, a laugh and I promised to take him for a coffee at a suitable terrace of his choice before my return to the Sprout in the New Year.

Not quite in the Bob Geldof arena yet but 'poco a poco' -> Spanish for 'baby steps'.

In Goth World this is what Christmas is about. Make someone happy instead of rewarding yourself with all the worldly goods you can attain. Not that I plan on giving away my puters and stuff, but, one by one we can all make a difference if we choose to.

As John Lennon would have said, on predictive text messaging "ndkj vnfdx k nbdxz". (Give peace a chance)

a luego,
S