Christmas is Dawning
Through the window sills
Gusts of
chilly wind
Wind up in
my room
Giving me
the chills of Xmas
New clothes,
New clothes
New clothes
in every mouth
As the
spirit of giving would elope
Through the
vices of tattered cloth
So they buy
themselves new clothes
Expensive sets
they store in cupboards
While the
children of God all wet and dried
Look for
Santa to leave them with presents.
2020 Dec 19
Nadun
Pathirana
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