It’s bow was a dazzling red like a frosted snowy rose.

Its wrapping paper was a sight to behold with glossy green of a emerald stone.

It smelt so fresh like angel breath had one whispered under your nose.

And if you looked away then in your eyes corner it glowed.

“Ooh, what could it be billy bean?” Asked mama Joan.

Then billy pouted his lip and said “leave me alone”.

But Through his tears ...