down laughing A mild star;
From the fir forest rise fragrances
and breathe through the winter air,
and candles light the night.
My heart is so happy scared
This is the love Christmas!
I hear church bells afar
tempt me lovely homely
In it's silent glory.
A pious magic is holding me back,
adoration, I must stand in amazement;
It falls down on my eyelids
A golden childhood dream
I feel it is a miracle happen.
Theodor Storm
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