Our friend and supporter Heather wrote this awesome poem:
‘Twas the Night Before Wednesday (aka Tuesday)
‘Twas the night before Wednesday, and all through the streets,
Not a creature was stirring, no cold, tired feet.
The volunteers prepped with some sass and some flair,
Knowing The Feed soon would be there.
The pots were all bubbling, the lasagnas were stacked,
With hot rolls and green beans, the boxes were packed
The showers were steaming, the clothes hung in rows,
And someone was folding much needed winter clothes.
When out in the lot, there arose such a clatter,
Barbara grabbed her clipboard to see what was the matter.
Away to the pickup she flew in a flash,
Tripped over some tinsel, to see what had crashed.
The medical team had set up their tent,
But it turned out that one of the legs had been bent.
The top of the tent had fallen into the table,
And pamphlets had scattered like hay in Gods stable.
The moon on the pavement, all shiny and bright,
Lit up the all faces arriving that night.
With bags under eyes but smiles so bright,
The team of The Feed threw their arms open that night.
“Come in, come in!” Brenda said with a shout,
“Leave your worries, your hunger, your dismay and doubt!
We’ve got meals and water and pie by the slice,
And showers so hot you’ll steam up like rice!”
The guests shuffled in, some weary, some shy,
But love broke down the walls—you could see in each eye.
For Sean told a joke, and Al led the sing,
And one little kid had a brass bell to ring.
Bobby led the prayer, lifted hands to the sky,
Stood up on his chair and let out a sigh.
“Now y’all, this ain’t just about filling your plates,
Or finding warm clothes or staying up late.
It’s a reminder of love—that Jesus gave to us free,
No strings attached, no membership fee.
Tonight’s not just food, not just boots or warm fleece,
It’s remembering Christ is here always and he’s bringing us peace.”
A hush filled the lot, and someone said, “Amen!”
And John passed the lasagna around once again.
For love, like a casserole baked in a pan,
Can warm up a soul better than any plan.
So here’s to The Feed and their Tuesday night magic,
Their sass, their love, making moments less tragic.
For Christmas ain’t just for the polished and clean,
It’s for hearts finding hope where hope’s seldom seen.
So next time you’re fretting ‘bout ribbons and bows,
Or shopping for socks with glitter that glows,
Remember The Feed and their heavenly creed:
Love is the gift, and love meets the need.