Christmas

by Harshita Das aged 12

Carols are sung, with caring words
Homes light up, wishes are heard
Rains of presents come showering down
In spite the cold, only the naughty frown
Showering light brightens the dark
Tonight, we choose to make a permanent mark
Maiming the maimed with gifts and words
As today is the day that wishes are heard
Show heaven to those who have never experienced gifts

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