A Christmas Carol

by Harshita Das aged 12

Foreign sounds fuel the fire
To melt the grim, cold-hearted ice
Melodies float along dusty pavilions
Equating to unfathomable paradise

Brimming enthusiasm spills
For the young ones dance and sing
Silently, the elderly listen
And peace is what the music brings

All citizens sing of peace and joy
From nooks of the abandoned streets
To the corners of lavish mansions
For once, everyone sings to the same beat

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