My hands brush against the window, the crystalized glass reflects our faces. I turn to you and I’m greeted with a bouquet of your rosy cheeks. I see the stars smiling at me, imprinting on my glassy eyes, yet no smile is as bright as where my star beside me lies. My crimson mittens grasp my hot cocoa, the steam making swirls in the air above, a marshmallow peeks out and greets me, I smile back as you gracefully touch my cheek with love. The wool blanket surrounds us, and our fireplace keeps its distance. My socks are decorated with little snowmen adorned with bows in a festive instance.