In the hush of winter's evening, when soft lights gently glow, a warmth begins to blossom in the quiet hush of snow.
For this holy time a season pure and dear, where peace and joy and endless love draw every heart near.
Families gather in tenderness, and grace.
Memories recall the carols of the past, binding us in harmony with the human race.
In the stillness of the manger a humble baby was born and shone his light bright through the world.
In his time of Christmas he gave his only son, who reminds us that the greatest miracle was love and the most beautiful gift of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem