A Carol, for Nikhil.(Or I wouldn't have attempted this).

The winds have learned music tonight,
the shepherds have moved to snow.
The children have picked their best socks,
the Santa takes a bow!

A white Christmas awaits our trumpets,
the angels have rejoiced too;
With glistening tree-tops & red candies,
Mom helps dad find his shoe.

The home now looks lit up with grace,
the love I see is just too much to embrace;
I dream of sleigh bells with every carol sound,
I dream of my parents wintry kiss too.

Sing unto the Gods tonight,
Sing unto his divine birth;
He is born a Saviour, we all need to know,
He is no religion, he is our Divine tableau!