He will come in the cold or in the snow.
A child told me, so I believe him.
He will come long before the day dawns.
The stars, it seems, will guide his steps.
The years have passed but nothing has changed.
He always keeps his silver hair,
Its large wicker basket is full of secrets.
And his golden sled still amazes us.
He will come to offer, to everyone he loves,
The happiness that some people will not have later on.
He will come, thanks to God it is not a dream.
Children don't play with these things.
He can change the world just for one night.
Offering everyone a few hours of hope,
All dressed in red and without making any noise,
He always gives what he promised.
He will come, but if I remember,
Our door, that evening, will not open...
He will come, this night will be the most beautiful
A child told me this, so I believe it.