I want to be that junco on the powdering of snow beneath the tall pine. I want this cup of hot chocolate to last forever. When we opened the kitchen window this morning a bunch of snowflakes blew in, and one got caught in a spider web. I want to believe in magic; I want to have faith that our plush tomte will keep us safe from harm. The blue-gray days of the season are closing in. I want the strength to slay a waking demon or two. Hope is found in the web of winter stars.