A box in an attic, sat all alone
Calling the dust bunnies that surrounded it home.
It waited in patience, sitting humbly
And suddenly children ran up in glee
They clambered up the staircase, tripping as they would,
Till they reached a corner of the attic where the little box stood.
Sparkles and glitter glistened quite bright
And the children’s eyes, widened at the sight.
For they were amazed...