A walk on Christmas eve. Different from all the rest. A walk when all are at rest.
Dinner was feasted. Gifts were shared. Candles were lit.
Music was sung. Laughter and fun.
Hands in my pockets. Breathe in the air. Quiet solitude before me is bare.
A walk before the blessed day. All because of the King, born among the hay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem