CHRISTMAS AGAIN

Once, every year
I visit the city on hills
Where lovers dance round snow globe,
And the busy streets

I hear the church bells ring
The coldness and chills
Are gone when a dove sings
Hallelujah for Him

Snow flakes fall
White crystals
And the Christmas decors
Hang around trees

Like warmth in cold air
And blessings from Him
Christ has been born
Casting His halo on mere human-beings

-Sanghamitra Chakrabarty

Copyright 2015

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