1963
was the worst winter
since
1740.
I was 7 then
(no not 1740...1963!)
And it was as if
all my Christmases
had come at once.
Only for the adults
was the cold - cold.
A furious storm!
To us kids
the world was all icicles
and snowmen then
were real snowmen.
Christmas was Dickens
come true
as if
(it had)
stepped right off the
page!
Never again
would Christmas be
so magical...so legendary
And even Santa
could still be
believed in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem