The snow falls and melts away,
with no rhyme or reason.
January comes and skies fade to grey,
But I'm still stuck in the Christmas season.
No matter how long the sun stays out,
it's still snowing.
Inside my head, without a doubt.
The lights are still glowing.
Once again,
I'm stuck in December.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem