atram

Blow gently

The wind of December

among the green fir trees,

while the white snow

It’s marked by small footprints.

Under the warm candlelight,

small gifts come

left on the doorstep

while a sweet bleating

echoes in the darkness,

carrying his wishes

for a bright future.

Poem (C): Me

“Julbok and Tomte” (C): Jon Bauer