#ChristmasEve
Christmas...is like neelakurinji flower..
blooms just once in a year with nectar as par
From the freeziness of the Lullaby sung by Christmas snow
To forgetting the coal hot paths and remember the sunshine of reminisce
With every passing Christmas somethings change
But one thing which holds in our dream is our dear "Santa"
From the truffles,to waffles,from choclates to Fanta
from the bells of expectations to the beautiful sounds of rings in reality
we have been taught that gifting others is in our morality..
Dear Santa you are such a beautiful dream
Which i...