The Road to North Pole

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







About anuragbakhshi

At the age of 40, I decided to exit the corporate world, and enter the world of stories as a full-time writer. Wish me luck!
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