An Unexpected Face of Christmas

It’s freezing +1 and a driving rain
Peppered with shotgun blasts of sleet.
As I linger at a light, up beside me pulls
A mask of misery in dire need of heat.
Soaking on the running board,
Clad in saturated yellow,
Behind the garbage truck,
Shivers a most frigid fellow.
His visage drawn and tight
And muscles tensed against the cold,
I am suddenly quite certain
His tale of duty must be told!

He, like many others, labor away in misery
Struggling to meet the needs of their family.