Christmas brings to life memories galore,
Of days of practice
For the Christmas Carols in school,
And the after-school meets, the weekend rehearsals
For Christmas plays at YMCA
Swarms of rich memories -
Of the short warm days, as well
Of the short warm days, as well
And the chill winter evenings
Spent in the thick of friends!
Spent in the thick of friends!
How beautiful
The childhood years
When we could laugh out loud
And grin ear to ear.
It still brings in a smile,
And an impatient urge
To rush back to those days
To rush back to those days
When we'd set out for friends',
Visit neighbours and teachers
With hand-crafted cards,
And heaps of wishes!
Priceless were those days,
Priceless those bonds,
Priceless the fresh smell
Priceless those bonds,
Priceless the fresh smell
Of the cakes,
The nuts and fries,
Such was being home
Such was being home
You'd not bat an eyelid to think
Whether to take a bite!
How I miss Christmas
Where to a friend's home
There was no odd hour,
And to friends heart,
The distance never too long!
The more I think, the more I miss,
The unhindered banter
Uninhibited, unadulterated
On endless days!
Naive some might say
Naive some might say
How I wish
To live them again,
Be home for Christmas
Spend another lazy afternoon with friends
Where even unspoken words are valued,
Where time doesn't seem to be in a hurry
All that matters are
Unspelt feelings,
All that matters are
Unspelt feelings,
Unspoiled joys
A loud hearty laugh, in years
And a warm, friendly banter!
© Sashikant Mohanty
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