Christmastime is log fires slowly burning,
Snow flakes falling and angels descending.
It is cards & stars & the sweet singing
Of carols. It is the joy of giving.
Christmas time is Love's gentle unfolding.
It is children's innocent eyes glowing.
It is the wondrous winter moon gleaming.
It is the poet's art of perceiving.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem