English poems about Christmas

The good times are coming, and I hope it is here.

The best time of the year;

I count the days with my fingers and thumb-

The weeks that must pass before Santa Claus arrives.

When the first snowflake began to fall,

The wind is whistling, the branches are brown,

I don't mind the cold, although my fingers are numb,

Because it brings the arrival of Santa Claus closer.

When Santa Claus comes, the happy time is coming.

I hope it is now, the happiest moment of the year;

Count the days with your fingers and toes-

How long before Santa Claus comes?

When the snow began to fall and the wind roared,

The branches are getting darker and darker, and I don't care about the cool smell.

Even if your fingers are numb with cold, it means Santa Claus is coming.