It's a chilly morning
This December
Doesn't feel like Christmas, really
Even though it's only weeks away
The only evidence
Is a few strands of tangled lights
And a deer standing forlornly
Trying to appear noble.
The only snow covers the peaks
But the fog rolls over them.
It doesn't feel like Christmas, really.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But it can be - - in your heart!