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The day of Christmas!

On a lovely day of Christmas
Amidst carols and the mass
Stood I, waiting for Mr. Claus

Presents , gifts and cards
Filled the stores and carts
In search of one, was my heart

My feet -
walked the snow covered street
Feeling the showering sleet.

Far I had traveled
On spotting the reindeer, almost stumbled
And Santa's "Ho ho ho" got me dazzled

Wrapped gift in his hand
Gentle smile on his face
And the warmth he brought along

I opened the gift-box
A set of puzzle blocks
In time all the words unlocked

"Share and Care" was in Bold
My hand hold -
A warm message in Gold

Eyes opened
And I questioned
Dream? all this while?
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Bikram said…
Nice one .. Ho Ho ho

hope you had a great christmas .. i liked the poem .. Hope you dream comes true ..

Bikram's
December 26, 2011 at 4:19 PM
Jack said…
Ashwini,

Read 2 posts now. What dreams you have been having! First finding a twin on new earth like planet, in day dreaming and now such a much needed saying Share and Care. How I wish we could follow the second saying!

Take care
January 1, 2012 at 9:14 PM
ಅಶ್ವಿನಿ/ Ashwini said…
@Bikram: Thanks a lot. I had a wonderful Christmas! I enjoyed visting the church and praying for the wellness of all.

@Kavita: Thank you!

@Jack: Of late life has been filled with fantasies and they being crazy I kinda get them on the blog. Glad you all liking my rants..
January 2, 2012 at 5:03 PM
Sujatha Sathya said…
nice poem
some dreams are sweet :)
January 10, 2012 at 10:09 AM
ಅಶ್ವಿನಿ/ Ashwini said…
@Sujatha Satya: hmmm really very sweet..
January 12, 2012 at 9:10 PM
Sahana Rao said…
A kid at heart plays tunes in your brain. That is how this poetry has emerged..
January 18, 2012 at 11:53 PM
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Short but very precise info… Thank you for sharing this one.

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April 7, 2018 at 9:19 PM
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