Ina Anandan

Indian Christmas - Poem by Ina Anandan

The time for the yearly visit has finally arrived.
Draping themselves in rich red and golden yellow,
They bring good news to one and all.
Twinkle twinkle little stars, how I wonder what you are.

Vans arrive jam packed and bulging.
I peek through my peep hole, a habit cultivated through years,
at people, at music, at joy.
We wish you a merry Christmas and a happy new year.

Mirror images, artificial, adorn many houses.
Shiny balls and twinkling stars hang down the branches.
They come alive when tiny little bulbs come on, lighting the crib below.
Joy to the world the lord has come.

My door bell rings and I run to answer.
Smells divine greet me in the form of biriyani and plum cake.
Holding the tray is my neighbor dressed in her newest best.
I eat, I hear and I see, Christmas passes me by.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 18, 2009

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