Christmas Party

Christmas meant a party At the company club. It was fun guessing whose dad Would dress up as Santa Claus. As we gathered, the carols played And one by one, chaperones led Unwilling boys to blushful girls We had to dance, flushing with discomfort. But oh! the food, was so good. It was always pizzas, burgers and cole slaw And Coke and ice creams too. In the India of the eighties that was Colonial Christmas fare. Under the tree awaited our gifts. I was thrilled with my double digest murder mysteries. My best friend got A set of badminton racquets. Our memories replete with past Christmas treats, the glow on our faces The Holly and Mistletoe wreaths Christmas was a day to treasure indeed Even today recollections are a pleasure That warm my heart with bliss.