Another baby blew bubbles at me today. This one had bright hazel eyes, curly brown hair, and through those cherubic pink lips drooled magical moments at me; with red, green, blue, and golden flax reflected from the tree behind me, within this gaze, held promise of colors more radiant still. I laughed and she smiled back; her stocking hung next the chimney with care, with a peppermint cane and brown fuzzy bear.
Imagine her surprise when I flew back up the chimney, then, imagine her surprise when she awoke.
Imagine her surprise when I flew back up the chimney, then, imagine her surprise when she awoke.
No comments:
Post a Comment