The joyful month is coming,
when with the cheer and expectation
all the eyes of children shine,
when the people are to each others closer,
when the Christmas carols sound around,
when everywhere rules the peace and love,
when on the ground falling the white snow
and grinding under our feet,
when in the evening glittering stars shimmer
and pass the everyday rush,
when all of us behind of the lain table sit down
and give thanks to God, to life....
(c) shipka
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