There came an autumn replaced by winter,
people were preparing for Christmas.
They cheerfully swearing, the peace in them,
they all grew up on a Christmas Eve.
A spell hangs in the air, the sky is dark.
Silent and full of snow feathers.
And then sighs lightly,
white cover of pleasure falls down,
to meet the views that rise from the glazed doors.
A delicate, cold, doll, snowflake dreaming.
She dances her waltz in infinite tenderness.
In simple softness was born,
on the wings a piece of heaven.