Christmas
It's christmas time,
The date for which
Our beloved Santa Clause is alive,
In the lovely hearts of the small children
Who await for him at the night.
Impatient like a kite
Curious as a mite
Waiting to sight
The night's delight
Who knows where he comes from
Riding on a reindeer drove sledge
Breaking the cage ;
Making an image
Of a dear grandpa
With the rage
Of making a flower's day
He needs no pay,
Nor can he be seen amongst the sun's Ray's
But just to pray
That he is forever alive
In the hearts of today.
- Aandaleeb Mukherjee
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