The hopeful Christmas girl, dreaming of snow smiles
in anticipation of a home all decorated, with fires lit and stockings hung;
the usual, but still special for my daughter, wrapped in beauty this festive time.
Her goodwill and care festoon our rooms with paper chains,
these being pritt-stuck sometimes come undone in drifts, falling softly to the floor.
I want always to remember her lovely generosity:
this moment like a snowflake.