Amorphous Creativity

I wake up on a cold floor, No blanket for cover, My mom doesn't hug me, The stocking isn't filled, My tree is not that green, Snow doesn't seem too serene. Dad doesn't dress up as Santa, Sweets aren't meant for me I like them but, nobody gets any for me. I am the same as you, but not as fortunate, I too wish for toys new, But none do i get!

Every evening without fail he used to turn up at my place.Always on time, 7.30 sharp.He used to drop flowers at my front door.Mostly it was marigold.sometimes jasmine or lotus.Always neatly wrapped.He knew my preference very well.Never disappointed.I would go to my door and bring in the flowers long after he had left.The flowers used to make me smile.The fragrance too lingered on long after i had kept them aside.This was a routine now.As a matter of fact I liked getting those flowers from him.An unknown face gave me happiness everyday.One day, i happened to catch the reason behind my everyday delight.And it changed everything.