It was a dashing weekend,
The river froze until spring.
And it seems that only a Christmas tree
A sign was Christmas.
She is not afraid of frost now,
And ice frozen in the yard.
And those whims that nature
We will cook in February.
We will dress her up with balls,
Let them burn with fire.
And God is with us today,
We will sing ode to Christmas.
Do not scare us frosts,
We will sing and dance.
It is a pity that further forecasts,
We continue to be surprised
It was a dashing weekend,
The river froze until spring.
And it seems that only a Christmas tree
A sign was Christmas.
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