It is now the time of year,
a time of love, not fear.
We all can smell and feel
the Christmas atmosphere.
But this day isn't about Claus,
reindeers or elves, just because
we shouldn't celebrate unalive thing—
rather our mesiah, newborn king.
No matter how you're dressed—
be joyful, not stressed.
It doesn't matter what you eat,
whether pudding or meat.
It isn't about the Christmas tree
nor about a shopping spree.
Christmas isn't a time of hate—
It's a time of love and faith.
This is the best time to praise
here and now, in this place.
God loves you every day
so go on—go and pray.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem