Just an ordinary day,
A cup of hot milk and
No presents to unwrap.
Merry Christmas Mr Teacher and
Happy New Year,
Suddenly an unintelligible
Embarrassment filled up his eyes.
Christmas Eve
And polyphonic choruses
Pulled by the wind,
“Praised be you, my Lord.”
Decorations on the streets,
Living Christmas cribs,
Suddenly a sense of dejection
Mixed with frustration filled up his eyes.
And he would have liked
To find an attentive
And lovable wife
By his side.
And he would have liked
To feel the warmth
Of another body
Under covers.
Christmas Eve,
A bare Christmas tree,
A fleeting glance at
Old books on Philosophy.
Merry Christmas Mr Teacher and
Happy New Year,
Suddenly a ruthless sense
Of dissatisfaction filled up his eyes.
And he would have liked
To find an attentive
And lovable wife
By his side.
And he would have liked
To feel the warmth
Of another body
Under covers.
And he would have liked
To find an attentive
And lovable wife
By his side.
And he would have liked
To feel the warmth
Of another body
Under covers.