brown eyes wide,
white gold strands of hair standing every which way.
perched on the couch with arms folded,
the picture of politeness.
quaking from head to foot with
gazing at the packages under the tree.
a gasp and a dash! to the package she runs!
given permission to tear something into bits!
careful first, then faster as the treasure within
a furious paper snowstorm.
tiny intake of breath.
silent gaze on the treasure in her arms, then
laughter and smiles
that fill the heart with joy.
she is my winter sunshine.