The Magic Box

I WILL PUT IN MY BOX
The tip of the finest snow flake from the northern lights of Antarctica.*
The tip of the finest leaf on a sparkly Christmas tree next to the blazing fire.

I WILL PUT IN MY BOX
The crumbs of a biscuit after Santa has placed his teeth in them on a snowy Christmas day.
The left overs of ancient fairy dust.

I WILL PUT IN MY BOX
The flaming heart of the devil.
The holy heart of god himself.

I WILL PUT IN THE EDGE OF MY BOX
The left overs of smelted gold.
The sediment of drunken whisky.

EJ Bomber (12 1/4)

* Northern Lightsh; Shouth Pole? Shurely shome mishtake?