I can smell Chrismas, deep sweet aroma,
My neighbour chicken in hand and a wide,
Busy smile.

I can perceive Chrismas! with young innocent ones,
Looking radiant in their new hair styles, new looks,
And happy free smiles.

I can look at the joy of Chrismas, she baking flour,
Under a deem grey moon, other voices singing and,
Laughter’s escaping with freedom tunes.

I see Chrismas! My neighbours’ pots, screaming,
Silently under the scorching woods, while the oil,
Mellow down for some fries...

It’s going to be Chrismas! anticipation visible on,
Many merry faces, thoughts now in line with the,
Dress of joy as many wishes pass through the minds...