\"You have a swan heart. \"
It told me a child,
and a small heart so pure
as Christmas morning.

\"Bring me please cuddly teddy bear,
the caress, when it is sad.
I know you are talking
with the angels, because you are a swan heart. \"

Again come Christmas time,
Snow is falling, and catching handfuls of it, I remember
The little boy\'s request:
\"Bring me please bear,
the caress, when it is sad. \"

You have a swan heart,
It told me a child,
Small and heart so pure
As Christmas morning.

/ Kristine Podniece /

Christmas morning

Everything so nice and beautiful
How to view trace of the book,
As the white pages
Snow selected.

Think theirs
Snow again open.
And then over me
Falling down all the dreams calls
And dress like the stars in the sky
Hope my faith is born.
And over the quiet rural
Flying on Christmas morning.
And the moon shines drifts soon,
At the same time spreads the human heart,
In over Latvia
Flying on Christmas morning.


/ Guna Dancīte /

Svētvakarā

. . . And slowly the door opens:
Father of a green tree bears
And hands it sparkles flakes
As the white stars.

And one bright candle
Dedze mother and tree order:
How bright and warm from her
As the sun is everywhere!

\"At thy cradles story\" -
The father and mother sing,
And the big blue stars
Behind the window of snowy blossoms. . .

/ August Saulietis /

Christmas

Christmas feelings,
Nameless,
Fill the hearts of all
Castles, cottages!

Joyous Christmas,
Heaven sent,
Visiting you all,
Are found in skumībā!

Christmas Star
To shine over all:
Peace to the earth,
Peace in every heart!

/ Vänskä Edvarts /

Christmas joy

With a white candle flame
I write letters
Those who come to visit,
those who are not come.

Will be the longest in my childhood,
every moment of the stars possessed
ointments brilliant.

Favorite will be a green tree branch
knocking at my window
taste of pine forest,
With winter bird song
Light enters the heart,
When the white glove articles
heating up the winter night.

With many candle flames
I write letters,
Owner will be - long called
Christmas joy
A few did not finish,
sky begins to sing
And land in the hands of white Candles make.

/ Skaidrite Kaldupe /

white angel

I\'ll ask for white angel,
Which to me seems so familiar -
To go with thee, and Just see
How do you go in these for Christmas?

To put my hand on his shoulder,
And never remove it away.
To fate sharp teeth,
New wounds can no longer bite.

I\'ll ask for white angel,
Which to me seems so familiar -
To the darkness comes light
And no wandering off

How old postcard

As an old postcard
Across the snow-capped trees
The twilight velvet
Full moon is shining,

And stars with apple
Join hands
And the world of heaven
silence brings.

As an old postcard
Viz is decorated with dazzling
Both Smildzina details,
Both čiekurots branch,

Oh, Christmas,
You why we are given,
The right to change
The human spirit.

/ Cornelia Apškrūma /

this holy night, under the \'sky and zvīļo

In this holy night under \'zvīļo and sky,
It included a heart with stars talking -
Rimst and hatred one of another beloved again,
Over all the rest hot wings are doing.

/ There is a Mora /

Silence. . .

Silence. . . and dub the door as always,
So quiet - that would stop once.
All quiet. And turned a blind eye, as it seems.
That turns everything into this world.

New Year comes, comes in a soft smell of spruce,
And the white flakes easily glides.
But the heart can not ieputināt snow
It should go big dreams to fulfill.

These days before Christmas
leads us toward a white
silence, followed by
something dear, long forgotten
and lost to us
again, to reinvent. . .

/ Potassium Skalbe /

Christmas poem

Head of green spruce slienas
All around the forest, evergreen forest
Here gnomes run their day
And moss their beds tear

Along the tree squirrels jump
In his badger cave doze
So Jay out loud hullabaloo
Once seen as a bunny gnawing trees

This achievement presented in a jiffy
Through flakes reindeer interference
They have a winter sled adventures
And there\'s a lot of gift bags

If you do not go with you toward them
With my own eyes see it
Then Dad asks safely Island
He has all the desires

There gnomes Christmas parties this night
Burned candles and rejoice
They received gifts
By morning the forest Joy

The end of the night and the sun is in your ears
There will be a quiet and calm winter morning
Even snow will not see no traces
Because there will be all white and clean

/ Pucena /

Christmas night listening

Come, listen to Christmas night,
When the sky snow mill-served basis.
We hope luck horseshoes
From the star shine striking.

for each year of happiness

It is a moment of happiness for each year your -
and each morning his bright edge.
Loved one comes down, bending the ear
and whisper to you about your dream island.

And each year has its own concerns time -
čiepst bird nest baby foot wide.
Even willow fence so worried face,
and Eve by the river do not have time to comb your hair ...

Yet each year has its own svētvakars,
their threshold in white, to leave behind the sorrow:
at the window of the blizzard so clean towel cards,
and spruce snow white full-Vedic.

/ Peter Jurciņš /

Christmas poem

Quiet and white night
Sanctity unites us.
Falling snowflakes, flying dreams,
But beneath the wings of wonder
Filled time
Sparkle like a Christmas star.

White and quiet
This time,
White and quiet. . .

Only the angels exultation
Heard everywhere,
What unites us
Beneath the sky,
And give love,
In order to keep sanctity.

Quiet and white night
Slowly falling snowflakes
And the wonder of the world covered wings,
Because the Son of God
Is to give us.

festive evening

Air sniedziņš slivery placed,
High towers bells sweetly sings:
All the happy faces and beautiful,
Street fire panorama of blossoms.

Shelter to an iron fence, broad,
Under the trees where the light shines a house,
Ragged boy standing alone and staring,
Bare fingers warmed breath.

Here, there, on the second floor window,
The song sounds, and gentle candlelight
Children bent over the white pallium
Christmas grandfather\'s face ...

And behind an iron fence, and Salt,
Where the trees barely visible house
Ragged boy standing on a street of white,
Bare fingers warmed breath.

/ John northerners /

Winter

Already gates open for the winter
Coming-old mother
The snow sheets in hand
And donates them to the ground

Top black white land
It donning diamond jewelry,
Shining stars
Night decorate

Bathhouse uncovered green
What gets wet in the rain had
Also, old school
Winter apsegusi

Dreaming beneath the snow crowns
In the forest of spruce and pine
Only on the white track
Black wheel rails

Stork foci maple
Snow jērene head
Barn behind the school in the meadow
Aizsnigušas doors

/ Anton Austrins /