She ran outside, on hearing the jingle bells,
Come Dear Santa, Come fast, she yells.
Oh! He could not be spotted in the vicinity,
Under her breath, she curses this winter invisibility.
Once again, she beseeches wishing spells.
The above Limerick is piece of my Christmas memory 🙂 When on a foggy winter night (yes that’s how winter’s are in middle northern part of India ) I waited as a small girl for Santa to bring some candies for me.