At Christmas we must stretch out love,
fondness and warmth filling our hearts,
flattering chatter with relatives,
cropping friendships with our smiles.
At Christmas we need rest from labors and cares,
leading outlook to infinite paths,
– dainty, caring , cloying hugs -,
calling in sick and hampered of social life.
The new year is coming, up there a star is shining ,
life is kindled with laughter and thrill,
inearthing sorrows far away,
whisteling happily to life, our gift.
In January, the windy winter gets cold!
All hope comes to life, white snow all around!
The school reopens the doors with all yearning,
mirroring young faces who’d willingly eat the world,
learning transcendent values and knowledge.
Now homely Christmas, close to the fire of hope,
later on learning school year,
and beyond happiness hugging us.
It’s Christmas time, mystery time.
