Among all the celebrations, one moment I will hold closely, a young girl so happy in a princess dress, asking if we want to watch her Christmas dance. She is giddy with the joy of the music, of the promise of gifts to come, and cousins visiting.
Young Ingrid twirls and turns,
Delighting with her Christmas dance.
Sad the earth turns in just twenty-four hours.
No larking on Boxing Day, dreams are past.