Winter Is .

Huggable bears and soothing blankets,

Trinkets of white magic falling unhurried from the sky

Hymns floating gently over the night's breeze,

The ding of sleigh bells in a child's ears,

Chestnuts baking, fire glowing, room filled with warmth

Mulled cider slipping down my throat like melted gold,

The crunch of sparkling wrapping paper, once so carefully presented

The light tickle of long fresh pine needles in the lounge

Winter is, warmth from the heart