The Christmas Wish

She stooped toward the foot of the tree
Glistening with stolen stars from me,
As she emerged she held up a box
Wrapped in that sweater and her new socks.

“Go on, open it!”

Her eyes sparkled amongst the constellations
As her voice chorused the carols of angels.
And right as I reached to snatch her in I knew
No Santa could ever make this wish come true.

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