Just an outlet? I think not.
More like a window to my soul,
if you would care for a peek.
Stay for awhile, its cold outside
and I could use the company.
Snowflakes dance around,
distracting,
glistening,
silently.

I open the door and welcome you inside,
"Take your shoes off and make sure you get the snow off, I don't like to track that in here."
Though there are no tracks, no rails or paths.
But please, come inside.
It gets so lonely in the winter.
The windows become cold to the touch
and the hearth's embers flicker.
Throw on another log, and watch the sparks

Just be careful not to scratch the paint.