The sun or the moon
It’s hard to say
From the east
He comes without a glare
So serene so calm
To show us he is up there
His might he has lost
To the winter flakes
That brings the” X mas Grace”
Maybe it is for “Santa”
The sun has taken this shape
As he comes from a very cold place
To bless us all and shower his grace
Enjoy the winter with gifts and cakes
And the blessings from the “Holy Grace”
Gitanjali