A/N: Drabble, 142 words, inspired by a picture from the ShoeboxProject. Merry Christmas.

"Evening, Minerva."

McGonagall looked up from her gillywater. "Albus. What are you doing up?"

"I couldn't sleep. It is Christmas, you know."

"I do," McGonagall muttered.

"I wouldn't have been able to tell, from your office," Dumbledore said mildly, glancing around. "You should spruce it up."

"I've hardly got time." McGonagall stood up and walked in front of her desk to her book shelf, where she began puttering around, simply to avoid Dumbledore's gaze.

"Minerva."

"Yes?"

"Look up."

"Wha - "

He swooped down upon her and kissed her on the lips. She felt it down to the tips of her toes as he pulled away, leaving her blushing and bewildered.

"Mistletoe. Decorative and practical." And with a wink, Dumbledore strode from the office, leaving McGonagall to regain her breath and wonder exactly what kind of magic Dumbledore had at his fingertips.