Though winter's lace teases quivering panes
and North winds undress the breasts of snow,
his warm gaze melts mine; I flush once again,
for he fingers the dial on the old radio.
A song bedecks the room, guilds it with charm,
Soon, we are dancing past our Christmas tree,
Once more, I find myself reborn in his arms,
Undone by the love he surrenders to me.
Starlight glints a promise, the moment stills
we're alone, at last, with no child in sight,
all the gifts wear bows, each stocking is filled,
he steals my lips while we unwrap the night.
The tender kiss deepens, our movements slow
for we're under the spell of mistletoe.
Written Dec 12,2013