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“Is there any gift more precious than the gift of love by those who blessed us with the gift of life”! 
by the Poet

When December comes,
Memories stir up unsought....
Once caught in its whirl
I sink down deep until inebriated 

December brings in its wake
Basket full of recollections which take me	
Back to the days at my parental home, 
Where, as a child, celebrated Christmas
With my siblings and my parents
I haven’t forgotten those haunting days
And never will I as long as sanity sticks.

To my parents, Christmas meant waking up early
Putting on the best dress kept ready 
And going to church to attend the mass

While they devoutly partook of the ceremonies
We children, lured by the sparkling lights
Would peer into the crib set ready at one corner
To have a look at infant Jesus lain on hay
With mother Mary and Joseph on either side

More than piety, what governed us then
Were the thoughts of making a crib
Also the yummy goodies awaiting us at home
And the planned visits of relatives

Back from church my mother
Would sweat and strain the whole day
Making special dishes for the Christmas feast
Yummy delights and a mouth drooling dessert
The only gift, we got as children in those days
I still remember the glow of contentment
On my mother's face while serving them for the family

Those were days when less was more

Though there were no presents 
Under the Christmas tree to be unwrapped
And no fanfare as of now
How I relish the unconditional love they gave
That I still feast on while starving on life’s sandy dunes 

Can it ever match with any glossy gifts of today?

Festive occasions spark such nostalgia
That I long for the warmth, got as a child
From my parents who are now dearly missed
Also my siblings scattered in places, out of easy reach 
The lovely memories they left behind 
Are deemed as the best gift, I can ever get
And I tuck away that bundle of bliss under my pillow
To take out at will, as and when I recline on my bed

Any attempt at salvaging the deep passion
That nestled in my heart then, is futile

~Placed Second~

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