As snow falls from the heavens above,
The world is hidden,
Under a white blanket.
Little children with rosy cheeks,
Snowball fights, toboggans and hot choc;
And of course Santa Claus!
That was Christmas for them….
In one of their homes a mother,
Washing dishes and memories away,
Weeping, in the silence of empty halls,
She couldn’t make ends meet,
How could she afford presents?
How could Santa be there?
How could her child learn to believe in happy endings?
It was too late for her…
In the next house,
A wrinkled old lady,
Gazed at the falling snow for the last time.
Fireplace crackling; Yet there were no stockings.
A cold house with a cold heart…
As she heard strains of carols from afar,
She whispered to herself- Christmas is here at last!
-By Lavanya Gupta