Silent Night, Holy Night... Expectation and anticipation is at night, where bells from church towers - white hearts in the Holy Night. And love gushes from crystal clear mountain streams - icy wind - burns like fire on our lips. Feelings and thoughts - line by line from the hand of the poet. Colorful Christmas Stars; alchemically cast, reveal a secret in the quietest time. Verse by verse - silver lining dancing snowflakes as light as feathers - the breath of angels on curly hair. They have matured into precious diamonds in the sky. Christmas sounds like a sweet-smelling cinnamon rolls and candles, torches divine, glow in the night. And joy will accompany you on your way - where on earth "Peace and Love" among people. Kristian Goldmund Aumann POET