Another day is dawning,
it's the day before Christmas eve;
My daughter rushed down to see her preasents,
placed with love under the christmas tree.
Her eyes are like little flash lights,
beaming and brightly lit;
She gently looks over the preasents,
from on the fireplace hearth she sits.
Oh what a magical time,
Christmas is to a young sweet child;
Still beleiving in Santa Clause,
with a heart that tender and mild.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thanks dad im sort of like that every year! 10! ! ! ! ! !