Tell me not in mournful numbers

It dawns on you

All of a sudden

Like the brightness of a quick, summer day

It passes you by

Through sleep laden eyes

In the lazy, hazy afternoons of youth

It comes to you

Under a starlight sky

When the moon decides to hide

Behind a curtain of silvery fluff

As you sit beside your fireplace

Warming your hands

Resting in your favourite armchair

With your feet propped up on a fading ottoman

And little kids, resembling you, hanging on to your every word

Yes, it’s true

Life passes you by

Little by little

And then a lot

While you’re too busy

To spare it a passing thought.

Hello, my lovelies!

It’s been a while since I’ve spoken with you. How have you been? I wish you a very, merry Christmas and the best of tidings for a prosperous new year! I hope this festive season and joyful spirit is the best you’ve had till now but the least of the ones to come. Spread a little cheer around, will you?

See you next year, my loves 😘.

As always,

Thank you for reading.

Best wishes,

Varnika.

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