One Christmas night ,
I woke up amidst my dreary sleep.
As if in a trance,
I saw a pair of beautiful white wings,
pretty as silver stones.
They danced around me,
shoved me and pulled me.
And suddenly I was floating ,
High, High in the twinkling sky.

Mesmerised by the view below,
streets lit up with lights so bright,
Little child tip-toeing to put a star on his favorite tree,
Santa's huffing around merrily
with their sack full of candies,
A sweet old couple enjoying their last piece of cake,
Christmas carols that sway you way back in time.
No match were the fireworks
to the old man's smile ,
watching his kids laught out their heart.
And I knew what Christmas meant atlast.
But the white wings where nowhere to be seen.
Suddenly, I was holding stars,
engineering the perfect crib for baby jesus, with my little sister.
'What's Christmas for you',she asked me with her adorable eyes.
I caressed her frozen cheek and told,
'you being with me and
me being with you, honey ,
is Christmas for me'.




© the weird one