Merry Christmas...

Someone has written His name, On your trembling heart when young, Now the carved Name has grown, Bigger and be visible to everyone. You repeat His name in your mind nonstop, Rush to Him when you are happy and sad, Seeking the signs of guidance from his book, Help the street child when she appears in front. The brand new clothes from the designer’s shop, Simple new clothes from the supermarkets and the malls, The pretty dresses from the road side stalls, Everyone gather here to celebrate the eve. The cakes and gifts are there in the children’s mind, The booze, kiss and mix are there behind the matured blind, He was born to tickle the happy feelings of people, not saints, One more birthday is to add a new page in his book of love.