Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
August 31, 2026

Christmas that I Left in School

"...Fog dims lights in the compound..."

Christmas that I Left in School

Chill turns skin whitish
Memories moisturize
School is Bethlehem

The ‘star’ shines brighter
Fog dims lights in the compound
Psalms echo respect

Graffiti adorns wall
Cowshed is a work of art
Jesus is born here

Cake is hot and soft
Time melts away in classroom
Holidays are sweet!







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