He was old, dark-complexioned
and of medium height.
He was bald, with flowing
long and snow white-beard and white moustache.
His eyes were always
protruded which reminded one of an exorcist.
No wonder
he evoked fear in the
eyes of the children at first sight
but he could easily endear himself
to them by his loving and
affectionate behaviour.
Clad in white with pocket full of
mouth watering sweets
he walked across the village
and distributed sweets
to the children, hugged them
though he was not Santa.
At the sight of children
he never forgot to wave his hands at them
and if they failed to reciprocate
it filled his eyes with tears.
He did go on with his merry go round
until he fell ill one day
with age catching up.
The children along with their parents
visited him everyday
treated him with care and affection
until he had a peaceful end.
The children felt deserted
by their sweet loving grandpa
rest of the days…..
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