It is a poetry about how we wait for Christmas eve to arrive in spite of the cold weather. |
Ode to a Christmas The evening was light and cold, And Night was setting in; I put my best clothes on, Cause Midnight will soon check in. Oh! Thanks to the Sun that gave away, The crimson coloured ocean above us; The beautiful colour to brighten our day, Before it said goodbye and drifted away. Friends and families walking around, For the beautiful sky to see; A birth of a beautiful evening, And an end of a hectic day. Romance got a chance on lovers, Romance got a chance on me; The trembling hands holding each other, To ignite the love for one another. Borne fire lit up in corners of the streets, To provide warm to the street urchins; The flame that gave them the heat, Will then turn ashes and into dirt. People walking down the streets, Talking to one another; In a form of a murmur, For the cold was hard to beat. Some people beat the cold by playing, Christmas songs on the street; With guitar, violin and drums playing, Midnight is soon coming. The drumming was more audible, Than any other instruments played; The drumming kept their spirit high, So high that nature was defeated. For a celebration is going on, In every corner of the town; To sing and rejoice the day, Our Hero was born. |