The Skeleton’s
Christmas
Bells did chime,
And Carols were sung,
In the town's Church like every Christmas eve,
An air of festive fervour hung,
The snow, descending from the heavens,
Painted everything a brilliant white,
On her comfortable bed lay the Mayor's daughter,
Feigning sleep, eagerly awaiting Santa's fantasy
flight,
"Jingle bells, Jingle bells,
Jingle all the way,
Last year it was a doll, before that a teddy bear,
Oh dear! I wonder what I'll get this Christmas
day???"
As the two hands of the giant town clock,
Dashed on in preparation to meet,
The festivities at the Church grew grander,
Radiating amidst the frigid weather a sense of
warmth and heat,
Not far from the Church,
No jingle of the bells or wait for the Santa's sleigh,
An agonising clatter of teeth was all that emanat-
ed,
From a skeleton of a boy who underneath a shab-
bily thatched roof lay,
As the shivering skeleton,
Tried to make the hole ridden blanket fit a little
more snug,
The mayor's daughter a single eye ajar,
Continued to peer out from her Cashmere rug,
The heavens showed no signs of relenting,
The snow turned to sleet,
As the two hands of the clock,
Finally did meet,
'We wish you a merry Christmas',
Went the majestic choir,
As the Church goers greeted each other,
In the elegantly decorated foyer,
As 'Glory to the new born king,
Sang the Herald Angels Hark'
The shivering of the skeleton and clatter of the
teeth,
Ceased, replaced by a silence stark.
Not so long ago on this day, a King was born in
Bethlehem,
With a message of, 'Peace on Earth and Mercy
mild'
Nonetheless this Christmas, 'Emancipated from
the cold, with its ultimate fate, the skeleton ulti-
mately reconciled',
While the mayor's daughter,
Lay on her bed, eyes in expec-
tation open wide...
Dev Desai
3096, Batch of ‘14