On sidewalks, fir forests.

In second-stories, twinkle lights.

Above intersections, snowflakes. 

In staircases, pine needles.

Through mail slots, letters.

In mugs, cocoa.

Under beds, parcels.

In pockets, clementines.

On minds, wishlists.

On windows, frost pictures.

Overhead, snow clouds.

In candlesticks, tapers.

From tree branches, orange slices. 

On fingertips, the scent of citrus.

Behind me, long shadows.

Everywhere, magic.