I bequeath to you today one little girl in a crispy dress…with two blue eyes and a happy laugh that ripples all day long and a flash of reddish blond hair that bounces in the sun when she runs. I trust you'll treat her well.
She's slipping out of the backyard of my heart this morning and skipping off down the street to her first day of school. And never again will she be completely mine. Prim and proud she'll wave her young and independent hand this morning and say "Goodbye" and walk with little lady steps to the schoolhouse.
Now she'll learn to stand in lines and wait for her name to be called. She'll learn to tune her ears for the sounds of school bells and deadlines and she'll learn to giggle and gossip & look at the ceiling in a disinterested way when the little boy 'cross the aisle sticks out his tongue at her. And, now she'll learn to be jealous. And now she'll learn how it is to feel hurt inside. And now she'll learn how not to cry.
No longer will she have time to sit on the front porch steps on a summer day & watch an ant scurry across the crack in the sidewalk. Nor will she have time to pop out of bed with the dawn & kiss lilac blooms in the morning dew. No, now she'll worry about those important things like grades & which dress to wear & whose best friend is whose. And the magic of books & learning will replace the magic of her blocks & dolls. And now she'll find new heroes.
For 5 full years now I've been her Santa Claus, pal, playmate, father & friend. Now she'll learn to share her worship with her teacher - which is only right.
But, no longer will I be the smartest, greatest man in the whole world. Today, when that school bell rings for the first time, she'll learn what it means to be a member of the group with all its privileges & its disadvantages, too.
She'll learn in time that proper young ladies do not laugh out loud or kiss dogs or keep frogs in pickle jars in bedrooms or even watch ants scurry across cracks in sidewalks in the summer. Today she'll learn for the first time that all who smile at her are not her friends. And I'll stand on the front porch & watch her start out on the long, lonely journey to becoming a woman.
So, world, I bequeath to you today one little girl in a crispy dress with two blue eyes and a flash of reddish blond hair that bounces in the sunlight when she runs.
I trust you'll treat her well.

but crispy is not a way to describe a dress

crispy

and dress

do not comport in today's lexicon

*pokes Xyrra cause she can and comforts Kag*