..........without grandpa......... Crying children ask to the cold, Being innocent, appearing bold. Why did you carry our grandpa, He was so happy to play see-saw. Being handsome and so caring, Used to tell qualities of sharing. Childhood seems like dried leaf, Now feel suffocated in the grief. Grandpa would praise this sight, We would enjoy Christmas night. That time we would've all plates, Distribute cakes and chocolates. We could bring him back to life, Everything was burning in strife. He promised us to return at eve, Whatever occurred,can't believe. Christmas tree was in his hands, It had six decorated shiny bands. Green soft branches, gifts stuck, But I would choose a lovely duck. Absolutely different colour style, Grandpa with never failing smile. He used to bestow all his wishes, Most favorite those worm kisses. Miss you so much now, all of us, We miss, God! allow him to shift, How to celebrate this Christmas. Bring me back to your lovely gift. You must be twinkling on the top, Showered love,why did you stop? You played happily, enjoyed a lot, As falling droplets in the drought. Lovely grandpa with Santa Claus, Mary Christmas, giving applause. Bringing gifts, it wouldn't be lack, In Christmas, we'll see him back.
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