What did not occur

Fifty four boxes
And a jar of ice
Sit in a silent line
Waiting for a brush of fingers
An eager rip of tape
Baiting with curious glances
An unheard tune
A thought unravelled
In a dishevelled heap
Of wrapping paper.
Fifty four boxes
And a jar of ice
Explode into the night
With oohs and aahs
As the lighthouse casts a spot
Among the shadows of the unknown
An unbelievable excitement
An unexpressed disappointment
Always a sense of gratitude
Or a childish fit.
Fifty four boxes
Fading away with time
In a black and white memory
A crackling picture
Melting away with the jar of ice
Puddles on the floor
Flooding the land
Rushing like a river
Away to the ocean
Lost, lost and utterly lost
In the deep sea
Nothing washes ashore.
Fifty four boxes
And a jar of ice
Never existed before.