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.
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