Yule in Würzburg.

The European continent renders a whole new scene for me,
Unlike anything else, straight out of a quixotic fairytale.
Perpetually frozen in time and has an everlasting, staggering glow.
It is cold here in Bavaria region,
Crystal frosting on pines and the spine-chilling wind had me infatuated.
Not a lot of people roaming the street on Christmas day.
The Residenz Palace was old, ostentatious and seemingly covered in gold,
 I felt the freezing breeze on the medieval Old Main Bridge,
As I pass through the bountiful baroque and rococo architectures,
and heard the Chruch bell reverberates through the town,
somehow an epiphany strikes, and  I knew it was gonna be one wondrous holiday.