Christmas Poetry Writing Challenge winners and Participant Poetry Feature.

 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. 

Day 3 Prompt 

Santa Claus - 

By - Dr Romila Chitturi 

Across the moonlit roof, the sleigh descends,

Where quiet faith begins and doubting ends.

With a velvet coat and boots of worn-out leather,

He braves the biting chill of winter weather.

He steps inside while embers faintly glow,

To leave his gifts where stockings hang arow.

A spirit kind, with laughter in his chest,

He puts the weary, waiting world to rest.

It is not just the toys or trinkets bright,

But I hope he carries through the longest night.

For in his wake, a warmth begins to thaw,

The timeless, tender heart of Santa Claus.

By - Sujata Maggoo 

Santa Claus arrives on a whisper of cheer,

“quite literally.” 

The sound effect

With starlight embroidered on his coat so dear.

"A laugh” like bells, warm, rounded, and bright,     "

He bears the hopes bundled up in white.

Chimneys of Dreams to Doors of Faith,

He leaves small miracles, gentle and safe.

Neither in the present nor in Smiles he sows.

In teaching us about the growth of kindness.

 For Santa lives where love is true,

 In every heart that gives, not views.

By - Bhawana Sethi 

We spend our whole lives looking up towards the skies, 

waiting for magic somehow to glide by. 

The real Santa Claus is not a myth or ghost,

He is the one who is there when we need it most.

It is the way one struggles to provide for one's own, 

The seeds of deep kindness one has quietly sown. 

It is learning to smile when one looks in the glass, 

Finding strength to let hard moments pass.

We are the givers, the light, and the grace, 

Putting the joy on a loved one’s worn-out face. 

The suit does not matter, and neither does fame, 

For love is a gift and does not need a name.

By - Meera Pk 

Title - OUR SANTA

Yey! It’s Christmas time,

Cheered kids,

In unison…

They are awaiting a man with a 

Long white beard 

That touches the ground like a white flowing river.

He’s a generous man with a big heart

He comes and gifts everyone

Just by seeing the flesh and blood.

He’s a myth,

But if you want, you can be a Santa

If not for many, but for at least one.

By our Participant

Poornima Sivaraman.

Is Santa Claus an imaginary figure

In a red robe with a flowing beard.

Spreading happiness as he rides through dreams?

Or is he a real soul, thinking

Of gifts for all?

Children  and adults  wait with hopeful hearts,

For secret surprises near 

the Christmas tree.

On the bright morning of December  twenty- fifth,

Eager hands open packets 

with shining eyes.

Is the gift measured by its price or by love?

Hurrah! Santa is watching-

Be good and do good.

Carols fill the air as joy spreads everywhere.