Thick snow covered the mountain tops and the dangerous calendar is going to be finished very soon, br But a new shinning one comes with the same old nagging worries. br I hear the hymns from a faraway church br And I think of my old thatched village church and the skinny bearded father who wanders in my blood-soaked native land. br Oh! My Lord Jesus of Nazareth, br If we could have the Christmas at all to our miserable lives? br br * Dedication to Sandra, Jerry, Alison, Denis, Dave, Max, George and the rest of my fellow poet friends in the site. br Merry Christmas and a prosperous new year to all.