For what purpose December do you return?
Is it to cast your magic spell with sounds
of crunching ice under moonlit nights
producing tree columns muffed with snow,
while gifts and celebrations of joy await
eyes that slumber light entertain delightful
thoughts throughout the silent night. For what purpose December do you return?
bearing wreaths of holly green framing windows
with candle glows around the Christmas scenes.
Carollers singing melodies their cheeks flushed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem