#BellsAtDusk
And now the day is not too far ahead or away!
When we hope to see old Santa!
In our dreams astray,
Dressed in all his whites and reds!
As souls sleep on cold roadside beds,
He would come all the way from heaven!
To the hell of his  helpless children,
A place devoid of love,
A place torn by bickering battles and wars
A place where the winter seems  colder,
With a bite of dearth in all deep scars!
Just a smile hidden in cotton beards of white,
Just a gift that children dreamt every night,
Just to see a...