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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