Freezing winter chills,

And silent cold night,

Beautiful December

Preserved in white snow,

Barren landscapes,

Bare branches heavily attired with snow.

Frozen tears burdened in eyes

The heart chooses to warm

With the flames of the fire

Burning in the old fireplace,

Blurred wishes for winter are listed beneath the mistletoe.

Stockings aligned by glistening tinsel,

Embrace the hibernating happiness

within the coldness of snow,

Chunks of wooden logs burnt,

in the dying embers enkindling

The memories of frost and me,

Under the marmalade skies,

Count the number of winter days.