What more could the soul desire?

Екатерина Дмитриевна Фомина
Sun, snow and new year
 On the day of the second of January.
 Know, we drove not in vain
 Near the Christmas tree dance.
 
 Called: - Grandfather Frost!
 Well, come to us, at last!
 Children's, adult cry of hearts
 Touched the old man to tears.
 
 And now we are satisfied:
 The snow creaks under my boot,
 Joy enters into every home.
 Everyone had been waiting for winter for a long time.
 
 Laughter, fun-beauty!
 What more could the soul desire?
 As if the WORLD had already come -
 Snow, with a clean slate.