I have had some icesicles in my life. They have also felt jagged and white cold. And I have strung them up and looked at them as if I were a bystander on the front sidewalk looking at a lit up house. They have, not in a good way, lit my way. And I have held these icesicles in my hand and somehow they have not melted.
But today the red lights win. Today the warm red has worked its wonderful Christmas magic and thawed out my hands. My hands that were getting tired of holding sharp daggers. And as the ice melted I opened my hands to find them softer and more relaxed. Ready to do other things as I released my grip.