by Kritika Bhatia
There's so much of despair,
So much of sadness,
People have lost hopes,
For them, every moment has become lifeless.
It's only a miracle away,
When Santa comes, riding his sleigh,
Bringing gifts for everyone,
After their prayers are done.
The reindeers, with white spots,
The Santa, in his list jots,
The names of all the families in the vicinity,
To whom gifts are to be given, so pretty.
Every year,
No matter what happens, he's here,
To spread love, joy and laughter,
And wipe each and everyone's tear.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I love writing poetries and articles. I have made writing as a passion. I want to become a journalist in future. Some of my articles have got published in the Inbox section of Hindustan Times. I am looking forward to publishing my poetries and articles.
