Oh, Jesus came to mother,
Stood like a light on the threshold,
And asked her:
How can I help you?
I see you on Holy Evening,
Like a single candle,
When mother answered,
Her soul trembled:
And my dear son is near
But did not come for the holidays,
And You, Lord, all the way from heaven
Found me here on earth.
And brought me as a gift
All the wealth You have gathered,
Thank You, Jesus,
For becoming like family to me!
A tear shone in the eyes of the old mother,
I have only one request -
She said to Christ -
Let us pray together,
That my little son someday
May always have joyful holidays,
And not be left alone in old age!
Thank You, Jesus,
For becoming like family to me...