The breeze blows fiercely
As the season gradually changes,
Children run happily on the streets
With fire crackers and fire works
Screams of joy rent the air,
The season has arrived
Yuletide is here.
Preparations for yuletide begins,
Every child has gifts from parents,
But they all all had eyes on the street,
Patiently waiting for a white-bearded all dressed in
red
When you see him,
Tell him the children are expecting him.
:- By Augustine Susan
