Christmas Eve
Everything was like a dream.
Which was a bit funny it seems,
Waiting for the santa claus,
With a woolen socks with a list.
Being a adult it is shock,
Where talking about this,
makes people to mock.
But this time, with heart full of love,
And joy I can make people smile.
As my heart lingers with the sounds,
Of church bell and those morning bliss.
Though this year was a pandemic,
here is the right time for the come back.
Inspite of searching for the joy …….
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