Carols are chanted about Santa Clause.
Hectic preparing is made with no pause.
Radios play many hart-warming tunes.
Ice skating and building snowmen at noons.
Seconds are left till the most magic time.
Twinkles around with melodious chimes.
Mirth and pure happiness sour in the air.
Angels adorn Christmas trees everywhere.
Sounds of laughter is what matters most.
Christmas is round. Let's raise our toasts.
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PoetryTHE WINNER OF #ZODIACAWARDS2020 IN CATEGORY "POETRY" "But have you ever thought what makes you feel alive? That gentle ache when we are happy It makes us human beings." Hi everyone! Here you can see some of my art. These writings help me learn my i...
