Her blinding tears formed an ice lake   Recalling how things fall apart   Marooned and inconsolable   Thinking of Christmas past   Suddenly quite unexpected   A presence catches her eye   A pure red flash of contrast   Settled on a pure white sigh      Dying of thirst by the lake there   Under the sentinel pines   In a frozen gasp of her making   Exhaling glacial designs   There was a bursting out of the darkness   It's flickering caught in her eye   A bright rubescent promise   Arrived on a cardinal high   In red wrapping paper...      The air is transformed and altered   Her body and senses thaw   With warming infusing aromas   Of cinnamon amber and clove   Lined in a crimson blush there   Cushioned in scarlet desire   A blush full flushed and flaming   A gift wrapped in glittering fire   In red wrapping paper...      All good things should come   In red wrapping paper