Let the sun shine on my shoulder
Let the pains sublime
The jingle bells are ringing already
For sure it is celebration time
Your secret Santa has gifts for you
Gifts gay and bright
It lays on you to fetch that glee
So run to merriment upright
Let work take a back seat
Let haters put to mute
Its the time to rub shoulders with joy
Because twinkling eyes are cute
If your socks are empty
Kitchen devoid of the aroma of bake
Look around for inspiration
There is something for all to take
Life I believe is worth a spark
It is worth a stunning lead
A Festival is just a chance
To let endearment knead..
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!
ARITRA CHAKRABARTY SENGUPTA
Merry Christmas, Aritra!
ReplyDeleteSame to u n thanks :-)
DeleteSo very true. Well said Aritra! What would life be without hope? Thank God for Christmas with the fictional Santa as a harbinger of hope. We shed the gloom of the past year and tighten our belts for the coming year with a new hope. The hope which Santa leaves in our socks at midnight.
ReplyDeleteThe socks are never empty, indeed!
Absolutely... We have to search for what it has in it..but something good for sure :-)
DeleteAbsolutely... We have to search for what it has in it..but something good for sure :-)
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