Beauty may spring forth from the unlikely;
Never despise the dubious threshold,
For it may promise life a new life, to unfold,
The birth of the likely.
Oh how I miss December,
When the warmth of love radiates my universe,
As the little lights shine through the entire house.
The heart jumps up the moment I greet each morning,
As if surprises await around the corner,
Waiting for me to chant my wish verse.
The joy causes my life to arouse,
In the festive days like Spring.