Hold on tight to snow filled December dreams.
This troubled year is coming to an end.
So hibernate and plan magical schemes.
Let the sweet visions of angels descend
From heavenly heights. Let go of pressing
Worries and woes, and watch the stars above
You as they glow. Listen to keen choirs sing
Glorious carols and hymns and let love
Into your hearts which perhaps feel frozen
Embrace the wonder of Advent's moments.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem