Tis the night before Christmas no snow on the ground
But the scent of plum cake and hot chai wafting round
The stockings weren't hung but the lanterns were bright
Guiding the way through the chaotic street light
When up on the terrace there rose such a clatter
I paused my cricket match to see what was the matter
And what to my wondering eyes did appear
A flying Auto Rickshaw in high second gear
With a driver so lively wearing a red Kurta suit
He didn't have reindeer but a horn that went toot
He bypassed the chimney we have grills on the door
And left boxes of mithai on the marble floor
He drank up the tea wiped the foam from his lip
And revved up the engine for his next heavy trip
But I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight
Happy Christmas India make the future shine bright 🛺✨
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