Wonderland on Christmas Day

The sky was a warm white, streaked with thin blues and light bursts gifting aura across the day-lit soaring clouds above. A coat of bunnies spread over the ground we walked on; each spec sparkled with an almost diamond-like shine. Jolly men stood around, cloaked in top hats and ties, shirts locked tight with buttons and a big smile on top; they twinkled alongside the bunnies, giving shape to the sheets of crystal fluff that we playfully frolicked in, smiling and laughing as much as our faces let us. One of the grownups brought a heartfelt cup of cocoa, it was dressed in mountains of whipped creams, pink marshmallows, a stick of chocolate poking right out and all the colours I could think of dashing all around. My hands, most pleasantly warm, with my neatly knitted red mittens keeping the drink still, in their steady palms.

Another gentleman came over, they smiled, asking joyously whether I enjoyed it or not without me even tasting a lick of it, I let it slide as I paused them for a moment, bringing it to my lips and taking a small sip, which then turned to a medium sip and by then I had taken a large sip, where I had finished the whole thing, where only one thought crossed my mind… ‘tasty’, it was everything I imagined, perhaps even more so, I replied to the awaiting man with a glistening face and said,

“Yes!”, sitting there with a bit of cream still left on one of the rosy cheeks lighting my face in red-hot warmth. The man stopped for a second, only to smile back, in calming reluctance, rimming with overflowing tranquillity. I stared up at the towering greens on my left, flavoured in bells, barber-like canes of apple-like colour, bushy silvers lining with glimmering golds, racing each other from side to side, dashing to the top, where laid an angel, brightly shimmering, in response to the pulsating glow of the dimly, lit sun, clouded in the skies above. I looked back at the sky, now painted in a fall of darkness, set aflame with dotted stars, splodged from one side to another, purple and navy clashing to take their territory with the jet-black residing above the ground we walked on. By the time I looked back at the kind-souled gentleman, he was gone, and so were all the glistening top hat-dressed men and the bunnies which made the floor so cold and fluffy, now melted into green strands of hair, fixed into the dirt’s scalp. Once more I looked back at the tree, it was gone too, no more were the silvers and golds racing to the angel at the finish, nor were there canes of barber-like stripes and apple-like colour, no more were the bells which whistled in the wind found present. I turned back and thought, ‘How quickly time has passed’, as I got into the car and drove all the way home.