In The Spirit of Christmas

Smiles spread across

faces of sad souls like

smeared butter on

broken bodies.

Happiness happen at the

sound of harp played

harmoniously, talking

drums beat till they tear.

The sight of cookies and

baked cakes tickle rookies.

Couples sway and dance

till feet ache and soul

vanishes. Afar, we hear

jingling bells.

Father sings silent night

till he forgets his lines

and laughs 'Ho, Ho, Ho'

he might be the next

Santa. And mother sits

close with a glass in her

hand, cheers to the birth

of Christ.

It's that time of the year

all that we hold dear

would gather and the

smell of curry would fill

the air.

Let's merry even when

our life is a knot and

everyone just tangles

with everything.

Merry Christmas in advance.