The city, mottled with blazing crystals,
Crimson glow, lighting up the nights,
Indigo stars glistening their rays,
Forever like embers...
Now, bliss begins to blossoms.
Streets are filled with children and adults,
Meandering with glowing joy...
Forever they are lost in the heart of Bethlehem.
Above, the harps of the angels, greeting,
Sounding melodious like the guitar's strings being stroked,
Their halos shimmer, making lights for the new born king.
In unison, a singer, voicing their wishing carols,
Welcoming Yuletide to the nation's soul
As the snow, falling in plentitude
Upon the joyful pine trees that sway dreamily on the pavements.
