Santa’s Symphony

The year-end dancing round the corner,

A world of jingle tunes knocking your gate.

Pandemic’s sorrow to insane jubilant transformer,

Going under sky’s eye is that what’s just the wait.

Cooks possess a chef’s hand,

Devouring gluttons in aprons prior to serve.

Christmas baubles on demand,

Leisure weekends we all did preserve.

Fictional ethereal angel & Santa tales,

Gossamer snowflakes brought ‘em.

People feigning as characters of great Greek mythology trails,

The doomsday revealed they were cabal hails.

The season broached gibe and joking,

The foreseen and sudden events whetted the path.

How time wafted that’s thought- provoking,

All boding the lined up year is on its way.