The
Christmas Day
The
gathering of relatives
At
bungalow house number 13
The
quiet neighbourhood
The
Christmas tree
At
the corner standing tall
With
colourful ornaments
Light
of sparkling twinkling red
The
presents they bring
The
thoughts to remember
It
doesn't say to outwit each other
It
is the spirit to remember The Lord
The
beige L-shape settee
With
glass top coffee table
With
a view to the swimming pool
And
the garden of small trees and grass
At
the side corner sits the sofa and chairs
A
relaxing mood for a book or watching the golf course
With
green of trees and the putting greens
On
a windy cooling breezes
The
bar counter of black top and orange
With
cupboard of glass panels reflection free
And
bar stools standing upright for all to see
The
tempered glass black rectangular dining table
There
the food on display buffet way
Rendang
chicken, spaghetti bolognaise
Roasted
chicken, fried rice, taufu with Ah Chai sauce
Mixed
vegetables, glutinous rice with peanuts
The
desserts agar agar and sugee cake
Canned
drinks and beers and sky juice
Songs
of Christmas singing through the day
In
the bungalow house number 13
The
day is bright and hot
No
rainfall on a Christmas Day
In
the late evening the roar of thunder
As
all relax waiting to give away presents
Each
family will take turn
Giving
out presents
It's
through the oldest to the youngest
Represent
the stages of the generations
It's
the spirit that build bridges
It
isn't a competition in every word
It
is the thought to share and remember
Of
the Lord has come
As
the sun going down
The
swimming pool of splashes
As
some will go for swimming
Bathing
under the cool evening sky
At
night the BBQ
Not
many can stomach in
The
food have to be kept for another day
Before
the night is over..
There
is the OK room
The
budding singers will belt out oldies
On
keys, flat keys or out of keys
Sing
their hearts out and be jolly
The
silence creeps in after midnight
The
Christmas Day has just passed
The
day will be remembered
As
the Lord has come
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