These carols and hymns float on the midnight air,
As the snow falls slowly, and the moonlight glows.
Christmas Eve is filled with grace and magic rare.
It's a time when we forget all worldly woes.
Observe the signs of wonder in children's eyes.
Look to the star that illuminates dark skies.
Then you might recognise where mystery lies:
In a spiritual realm of warm surprise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem