A soft whistle from the child's mouth is enough
to suffocate the candles and entertain the family.
His sour breath stretches across the frosted terrain
and steals the liveliness from the wax towers.
Aunts and uncles clap and encourage while
another target falls - dripping down the spiral.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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