It's Christmas, a poem by Rain Alchemist at Spilwords.com
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It’s Christmas

It’s Christmas

written by: Rain Alchemist

@vinayak96052946

 

Jingling bells, red, green, and white apparel,
Even the air rhymes in the tunes of carols.
It’s the time of utmost joy and to be merry,
Wash all the resentment you ever carried.
Because it’s Christmas, the season of love,
Flutter and fly like a flock of adorable doves!

Hold on to the ones dear, show the love you bestow,
Every time you stand under the charm of mistletoe.
Embrace the kiss of life, forever to cherish,
Such are the memories that will never perish.
Because it’s Christmas, the season of gratitude,
Just let go of the black smoke of cynical attitude!

It’s the holiday fest; who is idle and free?
To employ them to decorate the majestic tree,
Tiny gift boxes, sparkling bells, and cute angels,
Glorified by the puppets of the great kris kringle.
Glowing branches with shimmering trinketed props,
Don’t forget; the shining star always sits on the top.
Because it’s Christmas, the season to share,
To prove to each other how much we care!

The streets of Bethlehem, once illuminated by a star,
A messengers birth, the world witnessed from afar,
The precious gift of the magi was a giving code,
When Jesus was born in a humble abode.
Then he showed the path of truth and righteousness,
The art of burying ego and displaying forgiveness.
Because it’s Christmas, the season of faith,
To believe, as the holy preaching has saith!

Then there is a time to wine and dine,
To spend a quality comfort of family time.
Cheers and laughs, exchange of gifts,
It brings smiles to every face as the sadness shifts.
Because it’s Christmas, the season of togetherness,
To enjoy the company and ward off loneliness!

And if you are good, not naughty this year,
Then rejoice; there is nothing for you to fear.
Watch out for footsteps near your fireplace,
For the beautiful gifts that Santa will place.
Each year he spreads gifts on his reindeer sledge,
To reward goodness is his sworn pledge.
Because it’s Christmas, the season of miracles,
To feel the magic as it evaporates all debacles!

Christmas is in the hours of winter wonder,
Shredded with secrets for your mind to ponder.
Dark, cold nights ornamented by puffs of snow,
White Christmases adorned by the glittery glow.
Because it’s Christmas, a season filled with mysteries,
To feel the thrill, designed by nature’s chemistry!

Rain Alchemist

Rain Alchemist

APRIL 2022 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
I am Vinayak and I go by the poetry name Rain Alchemist. Writing has been my passion from a long time. I am not a genre specific writer, I believe thoughts have endless forms and can be shaped into any genre. I am grateful that I can express my thoughts through my poems and writings. I love reading great work and would be delighted to meet like minded poets and writers.
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