The Secular Celebration of Christmas
by Naman Madan '18
The girl stands outside the window,
Her cheeks as rosy as the fire in the hearth.
She shivers and rubs her hands,
While the snow continues to drop to the earth.
The boy lodges inside his house,
Laughing and singing, his face glistens.
His presents and wrapping paper scatter the floor,
And yet something still seems to be missing.
He wanders to the living room,
A purple figure hides behind the snowman.
He grabs a coat and treks outside,
Her disguise is useless in this winter wonderland.
He hands her a cup of hot chocolate,
Inviting her to come inside.
Though she's hesitant at first,
It's an offer she can't afford to deny.
He still remembers the crackle of the fire,
While she remembers the pink sunset.
They say that the best memories
Are the ones that you never, ever forget.