I allowed the time, the year, the day to slip And so I can only imagine a card for you A Russian Christmas card in paper and paints Of Christmas scenes from a happy golden time:
And let there be small children in furry boots Dragging a little fir tree over the snow Among artistically disposed squirrels and deer To the delight of Father Christmas and the sweet Snow Queen
And let there be Saint Michael’s at the end of the lane Its ancient bell ringing the ancient joys While ancient stars and humble cottage windows Give light to the faithful on their way to Mass
And let us be among them, as God will allow Before the Theotokos and Child, kneeling now