The lights are still up after Christmas
The wreath is still on your door
I unwrapped your package
Not by mistake
What's that we found on the floor
There's a glory we found after Christmas
A glow you don't get from a star
Its a song we both sing
Going round in this ring
Call it bells after Christmas
We both win
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is true there is a synchronous electric ecsentricity going on here for sure :)