Christmas Time

Beneath the sky of winter's night,

The city glows in magical lights,

The scent of pine, the soft snow's fall,

The warmth of love connects us all.

The fire crackles in the background,

Santa arrives at twelve o'clock round.

Around the tree the laughter grows,

As joy and peace through hearts it flows.

The gifts we give, the songs we sing,

Are happiness for the family.

So may this Christmas always be

A timeless gift of unity.

Varga Antónia   XI. H