The autumn leaves have fallen down,
and snow has sprinkled upon the ground.
Hung throughout the town are festive lights,
just look around and see the sights.
There are people bustling to and fro,
and children's eyes are all aglow.
The air is crisp, it’s hard to miss,
that Christmas is on its way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem