Babies are so soft.
With very crinkly diapers too.
Kira will hug them.

Slimy and slithery.
Armoured with firm shells.
Kira luffs them much.

Snow is white and clear.
It falls like dust on the ground.
Like clouds of cold air.

Twirling and squealing.
There is always room for more.
At a foxy party.

With spikes sharp and fierce.
It stands dangerously close.
Adorned with baubles.

How about a kiss.
I could use one, right on here.
Under mistletoes.