A sea of red as vast as any sea
Snow white doth frame the picture-perfect box
Each door hides a morsel of mystery
Like that found by the three kings and the ox.
Door number one is found right at the top
Its gold-embossed letter signposts the snack
The perforations open with a pop
As cardboard crackles and is peeled back.
The first taste brushes past your open lips
Then creams and chocolate melt upon your tongue
All else is lost in this sweet sweet eclipse
And by this kiss you'll stay forever young.
Now one is gone just twenty-three remain
But next year all will come to you again.