I started doing free Christmas meals 20 tears ago for elderly/lonely people it was a huge success but we moved house and I don't know if it continued. Since then I have seen this fetish with the homeless expand so that doing something showy is a bit like going to a panto, part of what makes people feel good at Christmas. All about them!
Last year in Glastonbury we served 250 people free meals, had some complaints that the carrots weren't done and refusals of gifts, once opened as not what they wanted.
Beautiful hand knitted scarves, hats and gloves also refused.
The pub opposite the town hall also laid on meals and gifts, people went from us over the road to see what they could get for free. We had a table for people who wanted to bring their dogs.
It has become obscene and people who think that their children are learning to be kinder etc are foolish, if your child is not kind every day, making it part of the Christmas must do list won't work.
A good many people are homeless from choice, they will not begave at home or in hostels. The prefer to be drunk or drugged than to be in a safe warm place, they often have loving families who have tried EVERYTHING to help them.
We are generating a need for us to fulfil because it makes us feel better. Really the answer to the problems of poverty, addiction and bloody bad behaviour are not to send ' a small boy for the biggest turkey in the shop, some of those people regard us as mugs and will be drifting about causing social chaos wherever they go because they do not want to change.
Over 40 years I have taken in many homeless people, one is now serving 17 tears for murder. Most repaid me with kindness, some changed.
People have to be at rock bottom before they start to work towards change, every warm coat and free meal counters that.
Before Christmas a woman arrived here in town claiming to be on 'the wrong coach' to her mother''s funeral in Glasgow, it was truly freezing out, she gave us some story about domestic violence at home, no money no place to go. I paid for her to go to B&B and for her evening meal, she spent a week with various people funding her jaunt, then went back to London where she suddenly remembered she had friends and support.
We never heard any more about her dead mother in Glashow.
Proceed with caution.