dreams are a reality

Ho ho ho
A deep laugh some miles away rings in my ears
Awake from a deep slumber I rub my eye
Put on my fluffy pink bunny slippers and flippity flop thru the house
I rush to see
Under the tree
And find the redictable
Until I see this small little box
And voila !
It has a golden key
A l’ll note inside ablue tote
Proclaims this hear ye hear ye
“ it’s the key to my heart
steal it
but don’t tear it apart
keep it as safely as can be
for it will unfold
magic more than its weight in gold”
perplexed n confused I keep it back
fold the pack
and
flippy floppity back
I drift away in sweet oblivion
Dreams of a land so cold its bitter
Sends shivers down my spine
Dreaming of star dust as my eye shadow all pressed into a tight box in the form of a sparkling snowflake
I pass by a frost covered lake
On a big ice box I see my present all wrapped up n the key inside
Wake up with a jolt and the box is open and alas…..
The key is gone …
As I cry into my morning cup of tea
I pray to santa and the lored and say
Try as I may I cant forget the dream of a love gone far away …dream for some but a biting pricking poking reality for me …