Once upon a time, in the northernmost town in the world
We arrived upon a lonely road, eerily twisted, curved and curled
It was a sight that touched the very core of our soul
What if, we thought, this road actually goes on till the North Pole
Just a few minutes ago, to give you a brief background
I saw something and told my wife- Look, what I’ve found
It was a teenie-weenie red post box, like our Indian Post Box on a GM diet
And had begged Santa Claus to fulfill my wish of an unforgettable sight
This guy Santa is quite efficient, I thought, coming out of my flashback
I wonder why, nowadays, he has to face so much flak
If my experience with him is anything to go by
This Christmas, you won’t regret it if you wish for something and give him a try
So we took off with a spring in our steps and a smile on our lip
But we had hardly covered any distance when our lofty plans faced a mighty blip
Seeing the commotion ahead, I grumbled aloud- This Santa Claus business is a big sham
For in the middle of nowhere, dear readers, we had just encountered a massive traffic jam
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