It’s the time to be jolly
Clouds are all with stars
Veranda filled with stars
Hearts ready for him
Crib, in the everlasting memory
Sweets, that make body bulky
Relatives that visit for only once
Friends in all around
Trips on the way
Jingles tuning
Music mizzles to the heart with the cold of snow
Windows with frost
Prayers for him
Closed books
It’s merry
And it’s time to fill my heart
Fill my chocolate boxes
To put stars
To welcome him with a crib
To give prayer
To close books
Yes, it’s Christmas…