I Believe...
I believe that Rudolph's red nose glows
I believe that Santa sings funny jingles all through his journey
I believe that he assesses if we've been good the whole year as he sees all our doings in his magical crystal sphere
I believe that he smiles at us on the streets irrespective of whether we smile back
I believe he makes miracles happen on the 34th Street
I believe he exists.
And while some fly back to a huge lit up Christmas tree back in their city,
Some of us have to make do with some cheap glitter balls and stars and fairy lights for the tiny ones sitting on our dorm room tables
With carols and beliefs, beer and cakes, lonely mistletoes and lonelier clubs, a room full of friends and old family secrets;
On Christmas Eve, we all find a way to make ourselves feel at home
On Christmas Eve, we all find a way to be our own Santa Claus.

By Sanandita, MHS, Kolkata, India