. . . .she stood in the station doorway

framed by snowflakes the size of a toddler's hand.

Heavy, white ones, falling

like tiny angels who couldn't resist

a short dance in her hair.

Like Santa she brought joy,

Her bulging bundle of teddybears

and woolly mammoths,

their faces pressed

against the opaque bag,

hoping for escape,

a chance to be squeezed again

by little hands, and

held close to tiny faces.