Birthday gifts for you, my friend,
I'd wrapped so pretty and bright.
I couldn't wait to see your face
on that dark winter night.

But as I headed down the walk
with my arms full of gifts,
I slid in slow-motion,
landing in a snowdrift.

As I picked myself up,
and looked sheepishly around,
I saw all your gifts were scattered
across the wet, snowy ground.

Your balloons floated away
into the star-filled sky.
They were too far from my reach,
and I just wanted to cry.

While holding back my tears,
I gathered what I could.
I would still continue my journey,
just like I knew I should.

I'll see you soon, my dear friend,
but your balloons are no more.
I hope that instead a smile will do,
along with a bunch of hugs galore.