Christmas in Mangalore

Beneath the starlit hush where carols roam,

Christ’s mercy hums in bells and softened prayer;

From midnight choirs to hearts that journey home,

His love descends like grace upon the air.

Tinsel-ed trees tremble with a laughing light,

Cribs cradle hope in straw and whispered awe;

The Child who gilds our fragile mortal night

Rewrites the world with peace as sacred law.

Along Mangalorean lanes, spice-warm cheer

Spills from the shops where cinnamon dreams rise;

Plum cake, sea-breeze, laughter—close and dear,

While faith glows amber in familiar eyes.

May joy find you where wonder gently stays—

This Christmas, and through all your coming days.