Stretch up on tiptoes,
Pink bunny slippers falling away at heels,
To reach the crack in the door,
Where the wood warped over the years,
To leave a slither of hope.
Tiny slash of light,
Draws you forth, tempting a look.
To glimpse delights within.
Try to cling to polished oak.
Balance lost!
Teddy bear tumbles along.
(Wordlessly, uncomplaining of his treatment.)
Grab hold of brass handle,
Careful! Don't turn or rattle.
Meant to be in bed,
Beyond sleep and playing in the realm of dreams.
Hold breath and steady,
To catch the fragments of delight through the crack.
Clink of chandelier!
Crystal droplets sing in the draught of the movements beneath.
Sharp tang of pine,
Branches heavy with glass of colour and light.
Then there...
There!
See? See!
Mission accomplished!
Parcels. Wrapped in varicolour spectacle.
Santa has been.
A good girl after all!
