she is a thing of dreams that comes with the first snow of the season.
her golden blonde hair glistens in the glow of lights as she spins and twirls in her lace covered slip across her room of frosted holiday trees.
her silky olive skin radiates as she peers through branches and poinsettia leaves. and her soft brown eyes, lashes fluttering opened and closed as she dances, are magnetic and shining.
as quickly as the snow starts to melt in the warm spring air, the sugarplum baby soon isn't there. she's gone from your gold-hued stare.
she is a slight gleam in the shimmering lights that gets packed away until you find her again with the next winter fair..
The Pulp Girls