i hope your hair becomes damp
as the snow lands
and melts upon the fiery red curls
that stick to your forehead

i hope your mascara runs
from your tears of laughter
as your brother trips
and lands face first - again

i hope your cheeks become red
and clash horribly with your
new forest green sweater
as the fireplace and wine warms them

i hope your nail polish cracks
from unwrapping all those presents
(there really is no such thing
as too many socks!)

i hope you realize that evening
when you look in the mirror
that despite your weariness
none of it matters at all and that

you are so ******* beautiful

i just hope you know that
because confidence does not come
wrapped neatly in a stocking
(it comes from within)