Just like the other days,
It goes as it comes
That Sun and Time could not
Like the other days; it appears
And suddenly a flame in the sky.
Are you indeed meant for the
Meats, drinks, or belly-timber? Never!
Christmas, you are far than relish,
You brought to mind; birth and mission,
Your celebration is not man's
That concerns not fowls
Except the divine alone
In which life is not to evict
But purposely to save.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem