Long before trees joined Christmas rites, Before their limbs held man-made lights, they, with all nature in adoration praise, honored the Christ those first Christmas days. God reached down, His trees to adorn, all for His Son the night He was born. Some trees glistened on snow-clad heights. Others beamed with firefly lights. Birds on the branches started to sing to glorify God, to honor the King. It once dawned on man to embellish a tree, but God did it first for creation to see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem