Holiness of this Christmas season coming upon us with a quiet
spirituality, minds turned upon the blessedness of helping the
poor and unfortunate.
Having food drives, buying and donating gifts for children who
have no hope in finding presents beneath the Christmas tree,
if they even have one this year.
Praying little child whispers of hope under the covers at night,
hoping Santa will hear their pleas and fulfill their tiny wishes
come Christmas morning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem