We congratulate our winners -
1. Dr Romila Chitturi.
2. Sujata Maggoo.
3. Bhawana Sethi.
4. Meera PK.
and our most active participant, Poornima Sivaraman Ma'am.
By Dr Romila Chitturi
The frost has etched its lace upon the pane,
While embers cast a glow across the floor.
The silence hums a soft and steady strain,
As winter guards the threshold of the door.
Inside the warmth, the ribbons come undone,
With paper piles rising by the tree.
Yet underneath the brightness and the fun,
A quieter delight begins to be.
It is not found in boxes tightly sealed,
Nor in the silver trinkets we admire.
The real magic is suddenly revealed,
By simple conversation near the fire.
I realize now what kindness really meant:
To hold your hand is time divinely spent,
You are my perfect, lasting Christmas present.
By - Sujata Maggoo
Packed not in paper, but in gentle time,
“It lies in wait under the tree of quiet hearts.”
A promise is implicit in every twinkling light,
Soft as the hush that precedes a wish.
It isn’t loud with glitter or with gold,
Nor does it warm the hands that hold it either.
It smells of home, of laughter once told,
Of prayers that ever find their way through.
“This present is a moment, pure and deep,
“A pause in which love remembers how to stay.” Unwrap it slow—before the world awakes—
"For grace is all that Christmas gives away. "
By - Bhawana Sethi
Under the boughs of the green pine tree,
Where twinkling lights are bright to see,
We set the boxes, wrapped in red and gold,
The story is never old when it has to be told.
Morning brings laughter along with it in the air.
As children run, full of joy.
We see your faces light up aglow,
The greatest gift that we could ever know.
Though Santa visited when you were fast asleep,
These are for you to hold onto as memories.
It is not just the toys inside the box,
Or candy canes and cozy winter socks.
It is a case of being here together, hand in hand.
Merriest family in all the land.
By - Meera PK
“Choose a Christmas friend,”
Said my teacher.
We all rejoiced
For we would get
a gift- small but cute.
“Who is my friend?”
“Whose name comes in the lot?”
My heart pounded to know.
And then her name came -
Softly in my heart.
Why should I choose someone else,
when I already have a friend-
right beside me?
My mother- my Christmas friend.
She has given the most precious gift: love, all my life.
Now, it's my turn to choose her.
By our participant
Poornima Sivaraman
When Christmas is around,
And if one does not dream
Of a present, it is
Impossible.
From a kid, adults and
The elders, everyone
Wait for Christmas morning.
When they wake up,
All rush near the Christmas tree to check their name,
And open the packet,
To check on their present
Sent by Santa Uncle
All know either parents,
Relatives or close friend
Must have sent the present
Everyone shows off their
Gifts, proudly.
The merriment is around d
And all are happy to get
Something and treasure
Their present.
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