The red blush on my chins,
and covered my vain.
The cool wind blow through my ears,
sing like a conch and let me hear.
The snows land on my hand,
stain red and melt the land.

I closed my eyes,
and feel the cold.
My joints are frozen but I lie.
It is a long snow like it is old.

It holds the whole winter.
It brings our last month.
It brings the most exciting time.
And it brings the
"Merry Christmas!"