Sharmila Dey

Ten o’clock..... eleven o’clock....... twelve o’clock....... dong...dong...dong....dong.
The house was silent. Mother too, had retired early that night.
Robin felt thirsty.
He could very well do with a glass of water.
He looked at his bedside table and saw that the jug was empty.
Throwing his bedclothes to one side he got up to get himself a drink.
Just then, he heard the sound of tinkling bells.
‘Jingle bells....Jingle bells....Jingle all the way....
Santa Claus is coming along, riding on a sleigh.’ The bells played the tune.
Robin quickly went to the window and peered out.