(I dedicate this poem to all the people of the world)
I hear the bells ring
They usher in me a sense of joy...
I watch the ducks leave the winter lake
They dance to the tune of the warm wind...
I taste the cold snowflakes
They flutter by me like a happy dream...
I feel the presence of the choir
Their singing fills me with blissful slumber...
I smell the cookies, milk and cornbread
Their delicious aroma fills my nose with eternal bliss...
I sense a presence of magic
It embodies a man of peace and goodwill...
And I think to myself...
Christmas has come to Harlem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem