The holiday season always starts, a rush of people with weary hearts,
A time ordered for season’s greetings, rushing all to family meetings.
While rushing to malls filled with holly, covered with commercial jolly,
Peoples searching far and near, to find some temporal holiday cheer.
They find festive noise is all around, as lights and ornaments abound,
And at the root, what is the cause; a jolly old man named Santa Claus.
Hiding Truth from girls and boys, using nothing but those simple toys,
Filling their hearts with temporal joys, in the midst of the festive noise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem