Joachim Ringelnatz - Anticipation of Christmas
A child - bounced around by a slate sponge
- runs happily through my mind.
Soon it will be Christmas! - When the Christmas tree blooms,
Then it blooms little flames.
And little flames heat. And the warmth makes
us mild. - There will be songs, scents will fan. -
Those who no longer have flames, for whom only sparks still glow,
will then still smile benevolently.
When we are all hostile in the dream of an eternal dream
- once a year! -
We all feel children of a tree.
As it should be, as it once was for everyone.