That Christmas Evening... : A Christmas Special poem by Trishita Das

The nature dressed itself in that dazzling gown,

Quivering the leaves and branches of the fir trees,

Caressing my skin and

Freshening my soul,

Chanting a rhythmic hymn of the winter afternoon,

Ornamenting itself with beautiful sceneries and breathtaking greeneries,

That it seemed like it would be a Heaven soon!

It was a very special day for all of us

It was 25th December,

It was Christmas,

It was the Day of Christ,

The weather was awesome and fantastic

Enough to make me ecstatic,

Touching the roof of my house was the Christmas tree

Decorated with stars and chocolates

That gave me glee..

The table was decorated with delicious foods

Inspite of all the glorious glare

All the families started quarreling, hating and beating each other.

Their eyes portrayed the vivid glowing flames of their hatred, jealousy and their uttermost desire to slaughter all their nearest ones

There was no happiness, no cheering, not even one grinning

Everything just felt too strange

Just as if all the humans came into their real state..

Waking up from my deepest dream,

Realising it is 25th Dec,

The same day, the same weather but the evening was different,

With all the families cheering and laughing and enjoying, different from my dream,

There was no quarrel, no war, no hatred, no discriminations

Which felt the most strange

Then I realised their actuality,

The beaming smile that they bore,

was nothing but a fake smile underneath which lay all their deepest wicked desires.

I wander lost in their gameplay of life,

How beautifully they pretended to be loved keeping that burning hatred inside them.

How falsely they portrayed their cheering with their fraud laughter.

Lost in the thought,

I concluded that at least in my dream they didn’t lie, they didn't deceive each other.

At least they acted who they really were but didn't pretend to be one.

Trishita Das is a student of Vivekananda Mission School, Class IX.
She is a student of Funlish.

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