written by: Saanvi Patra
Each snowflake gently falls;
weaving a white bed of perfection.
Around the mistletoe,
people rejoice, hoping the unexpected happens.
The young children think,
about St. Nicks’s laughter and his rosy red cheeks,
hoping he gives them;
not coal, what they seek.
Church bells ring,
the carolers wearing scarfs and snow boots sing;
a few stumble and lyricize wrong,
but that doesn’t let the Christmas spirit go less strong.
Children run collecting pinecones in hand,
Fir trees set up with nitid ornaments;
and the golden star up high, in contrast.
Mothers serving plum cake,
whilst giving their children;
carte blanche to commemorate this joyous day.
Alas, the night,
where everyone is convened;
Pulchritudinous presents aesthetically arranged,
all the smiles and laughter.
Latest posts by Saanvi Patra (see all)
- Yuletide - December 23, 2022
- Dear Future - April 11, 2022