Christmas eve

The smell of cinnamon

Fills the entire house.

The Christmas tree

illuminates the room.

It is cold outside.

The birds are freezing.

The snow is falling.

The sledge is jingling.

Maybe it’s the Santa’s sledge?

With the nine reindeeres?

In the front with Rudolf?

Who has a lighting, red nose?

Yes, this is Santa,

With his huge basket

Full of priceless gifts

For the dutiful kids.

He doesn’t forget

The naughty kids.

They also get

Smaller gifts.

Christmas morning

The sun is shining.

Under the tree there are gifts

For good and naughty kids.

Rácz Alpár   VII. B