I'm under the Christmas tree like a present,
yeah, to rifle presents with my name on them,
but I'm caught, transfixed, looking up through the shrine
forgetting myself in delight at this multi-color heaven.
I've never lost my wonder at fulgid Christmas lights -
driving around gawking at decorations half the night.
If only the world could stay like this - but we can't
sustain rhapsody - we can only trespass on bliss.
Merry Christmas Everyone!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Merry Christmas...wow, what a tree.