I meet a sweet kid carrying some beets on the street

Her feet is bleeding, yet she keeps doing her deed

Not a fleeting moment to weep, is her creed

In the freezing winter, she creep up to greet the cold sheets

"I like to play in the snow," she told me

Losing warmth in my hands, I leave her be

In the midst of where nightlights were set free

Sleeping with loneliness with nothing to see

"I too, like to play in the snow," I thought to myself

Almost growing pointy ears like a winter elf

So I retrace my steps to where she stood tall

Her eyes are still glowing, looking over all

I light my match and we share the fire

Also the melodies of a heavenly choir

We dance through the night like a pair of lovers

My inner child grinned as he discovers

The morning comes and I lose sight of her

Like the taste buds leaving their connoisseur

So I try to reminisce the sweetness yet again

But all I can remember now was the pain

a nutcracker by the fireplace,

Andri Kurniawan