The dusty snow of Christmas Eve
knocked the door of our home
little Santa in the cypress tree
welcoming with his shivery hands
Bells are making noise while fluttering
The reddish liquor of mom spreading the fragrance of ripe grapes
Every Christmas Eve dad came with plum rich delicious cakes
from the hill town pastry shop
this Eve he came with a surprise box
The younger Helena eagerly waited for the plum rich pastry
with a shore in her mouth
The...