Sunday, December 6, 2009

Chrismus - 1


Merry Chrismas - 1



The cycle of seasons freez in snow;


And our concious being


Are begining to show.


Chrismus comes in a festive dress,


And we find a star shining to impress.


To remind us of a stinking stable of Bathelhem;


Where horses of Desrire are tied,


A humble mother bears a child.


Let's then cry in joy on Chrismus morning,


Say "Merry Chrismas" to one and all,


And feel our Lord within to crawl.

----------------------------------------- Dehradun, 1998.

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