A freezing night
Frost on the window
Snow on the doorstep
Icicles hanging down
The cold is harsh and bitter
But something about that night
Seems warm
And friendly
As if it can’t control how it looks
But tries its hardest
To make the cold seem beautiful
The grass is white
A glistening furry coat
Is laid on the streets
The snow on trees
Glitters at the slightest light
From the people’s houses
They are singing and exclaiming merrily
A nice conical tree
On the steps
And I smile
As I know
That it is Christmas