Lantern dreams flicker atop the Christmas tree,
Ribboned-wrapped boxes held in morning's glee.
Winter's nightcap jingles with cool 'Claus' promises,
Beneath chubby cheeks and glinting irises.
Cocooned in this mesmerizing Christmas Eve sight,
A Lilliputian face on a pillow prays for dawn's light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem