Sometimes, it comes with donuts

There it was, right across the table.  It looked at me with eyes of blue, upside-down paper hat perched atop its head.

A moment of beauty frosted in donut sugar, chewing eagerly on a Frosty the Snowman pastry with a red frosting scarf.  And on either side were his brothers, going hammer and tong at their own confections. 

We laughed, their father and I.  “Look at that face!” I exclaimed, feeling a rush of gratitude for the unexpected gift that came some four years hence.  Feeling thankfulness, too, for the big, big brothers that welcomed him so eagerly and love him well even now.

Beauty, I see, is everywhere.  Sometimes, it comes with donuts.