Women Wordsmiths And Christmas By Pankhuri Sinha

December, the oldest month of the year, is the youngest one, really and truly!

The month of the birth Of christ the saviour Who could die For the sins of man And rise again!

Reinstating our faith in miracles! At a time, when all faith In all things holy Is shaken and questioned December brings the promise of easter And lilies blooming !

You might doubt Gabriele 's message And Mary 's virginity And the stars guiding the path of the wise men

But the hymn about the silent, bright night Is too beautiful To be put to trial

And, a note comes floating 'Jesus was a carpenter' May he build us all Doors and windows For eager, peeping souls To venture out in world At whim and desire!

May it be a white christmas In the snow prone regions Of this world ! Shouting over global warming , Climate change and not listening to a word of its own voice!

And for us, the sun worshipping cult May there be a little less fog A little less mist For sunshine in december Is the most glorious!

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