When nights are cold, and stars are few. I close my eyes and think of you. The soft sound of the violin echoes through my mind, as the December night guides my path. Sparkling lights from a Christmas tree help light up the room, as the warmth from your heart melts the chilling ice. Millions of well-placed lights and lamps placed themselves firmly beside you, as you opened your small, little eyes. Aqua blue they were. You were born today, on the coldest day of the year, your heart shined through it all. You are the small light of fire. Shining the brightest, enough to outshine a star.