a village Christmas

Arrow roots
Sweet potatoes boiled
Black tea, dark rich aromatic and brewed
Folk carols singing in the background
Giving the room an even more calming ambience
Children chasing each other across rooms and houses
Mother giving instructions
Father leafing through the daily
Babies screaming for attention
And grandma singing her morning devotion
I had my village Christmas in the city
But I still miss the mooing cattle
Bleeting lambs
Chirping birds and the deep smell of fresh dung
They are irreplaceable

Merry Christmas reader no matter your norms and traditions make it a memory.

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