Grand Prize I Imagine
The ice faerie was diligently carving an intricate reindeer sculpture
Snowballs, sleighbells and faerie balls stood at attention
It was the familiar blue of the loveliest ices
No one could dispute this might be the grand prize winner
If this antler-laden-masterpiece would freeze in place, without distortion
We would be ready for the judging, glad to receive a purple ribbon
Grand prize, I imagine, I whispered to an icicle who nodded in agreement.
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