Oh, what a delight,
To see such a sight,
To experience the shivering cold,
To play in the snow,
To hear the wind blow,
And in one hand a ball I hold.
Snow-angels and snowmen,
Baby Jesus and heaven,
Christmas fills me with glee,
This be my first,
In joy and laughter I burst,
To think a second Christmas I will see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem