Hearing little bells on children's shoes as they run merrily
around the Christmas tree.
Faces all aglow, filled with anticipation at the soon to
arrive, present-opening day.
Then children will awaken too early on Christmas morning,
just to open their presents and see what Santa has brought
for them.
Parents half asleep, yet wanting to see the joy on their
children's faces.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem