The Sun proudly mounted from behind the mountains Demanding the moon to go home and rest in its own coolness Failing to realize that I briskly woke up way before its rise Impatiently waiting for this inestimable precious day.

A day for which the globe waits
Not to vainly look for the inexistent Santa
But to make the invisible Christ
Visible at heart with transparency.

My feet led my chilly body outside my house
For me to admire the beauty of the nature
Where the houses are decorated with the color
Of the heart of Jesus which is nothing but Snow.

There is a man in front of every house
Greeting the people on the street
Only to receive no smile on their lips
Making him wonder even though he is a Snowman.

I walked along the street as I remembered my night prayer