It matters not what kind of tree you trim
if garlanded by a hand that cares for life.
The poor are always seeking shelter slim
and ways by which to not provoke sharp strife.

If matters not what sort of gift you give
to flatter those you think you must impress.
The poor are always needing more to live
and should not live in fear to future guess.

It matters not what feast you can provide
for friends who are already blessed enough.
The poor are always hoping to survive
and willing do their best when times are tough.

If matters not what day you celebrate,
the poor are always waiting in dire strait.