Sitting under the Christmas tree,

Sitting under the Christmas tree,
Watching reindeer grazing in shade,
Red fruit and green leaves glowing from far,
Waiting for Santa clause, 
Come and fetch give to kids,
They like a lot, once a year it is a gift,
Sitting under the Christmas tree...
After a while a drop fell on my head,
When I saw up it was tree weeping,
Said to me "Life is short for me"
You will cut me down after some time,
Your kids will not know real Christmas tree,
Shall say Chinese plastic tree as Christmas tree,
Glowing plastic red and green balls as fruit,
Or act right now already too late,
Grow trees as much as you can,
Cool your Christmas eve....
Say merry Christmas to all....
© Sadashivan Nair. All rights reserved


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