Starlining

So this is Christmas

Snow falls onto a wooden porch
A single soul looks into the white night.
The cold wind makes her face turn red.
So does not care, for it's Christmas again.

Happiness abounds in her cardiac abode.
Warming spaces left out in the cold.
Winter may sway others south,
but she remains, her tribe alone.

Of a hardy nature she goes into the night.
There's fun to be had, nothing will stop her.
It's a big world, and this is her gift.

Vworp Vworp, the engines stif.
Where will she go?