her rosy-nosed crispness, her cold velvet touch, 

her lace on the windshield, her flakes on my cuffs,

her jolly-hued sweaters with seasonal quips,

her Santas and snowmen and icicle drips,

her snuggly soft slippers and warm cozy throws,

her cinnamon coffees; her ribbons and bows,

her gingerbread cookies, her oh holy nights,

her crusty-white windshields, her frosty-toothed bites,

her poinsettia flowers, amaryllis shoots

her cranberries, citrus, and other tart fruits,

But mostly I love her for gifting me you 

that icy midwinter from out of the blue,

the city-born guy to the small-town dark horse —

Hallmark Christmas worthy — my happiest verse.