December is indeed frozen
the air from the north pierces the bones
only hoping it will soon pass
free from the increasingly entangled trap

however, the freezing cold of December
still leaves a clear blue sky.

The harsh north wind I still see a glimpse of the sun
at home still leaves the warmth of yesterday's pie
there is warm sap that will not freeze

gathering with relatives
making the cold outside a glue

the wind of December from the north
becomes a unifier of togetherness

I still see the blue sky
a sign of our closeness

I still see the smoking chimney
a sign that everyone is happy
laughing in the warmth of the family