23 grudnia 2010
Same as last year,
the silver frost-flowers keep blinding the window panes
with the same picture within its frames,
the world is white like a holy wafer…
It’s Christmas Eve that’s come
and filled each face with smiles
while sitting down to supper…
On this blessed December night . „Who would run to the crib where lies the gentle child…”
In remote foreign places,
young boys like you
and little girls will sing the same carol .
And remember : some people
will be sad, left alone,
and no longer needed –
and nobody will stop to talk with them,
or invite them to come to their places…
Take a white wafer,
and even if there is nobody to share it with –
wish all the world good luck,
and make all hearts filled with joy!…
Zdzisław Kunstman
Ewela, Sylwia, Ania