Christmas Gift

Christmas Gift Spurned Crowed Christmas, street when I saw her I was sure it was her, the way she walked. Thought I could sense her perfume too. I hurried after her, touched her shoulder, said hallo, the woman turned around, alas, I had been wrong. Said sorry, thought you were someone else. She smiled and said, no I’m only me. I read an invitation in her dark brown eyes, but I was hopelessly in love with the true woman of my dreams and the lovely woman in front of me, was not like the mythical one. I said sorry again, flapped my wings and flew into the night sky to seek her amongst the stars. In the cooling outer space I realized the fabled woman of my dreams was an angel and I was only an earthling. I dived back to earth like a Stuka dive bomber, skidded on slush. I looked and looked, in vain, for the woman with the brown eyes, but my Christmas gift had gone.