The sounds of drums are beating in my head,
On poles, huge golden dragons twist and turn,
In malls new clothes have threaded hues of red,
Old things are set aside or left to burn.
No words profane are uttered near the stove,
To soothe the Kitchen God who makes his rounds,
Sweet maidens throw an orange for their love,
Long bamboo shoots are placed around the grounds.
Round lanterns twirl with joy; they bring in luck,
New brooms are hidden; homes are free from dust,
Its dinner on the eve with roasted duck,
Steamed fish and pork, green veggies are a must.
The children love the packets they receive,
According to tradition, parents give.
10 Jan 2012
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