“The Christmas Song”

Snowflakes fall like sweet kisses from above
Stinging cold and fresh and new
And the halos on the street-lamps
Light the road ahead

All I want’s to be with you.

So bent on getting even
That we’re always at odds
I wish you’d lower your hands
And quench your sobs

All I want’s to be with you.

And sleigh-bells will ring
And Christmas will bring me home to you
Far from these city streets I walk
And sidewalks that crunch with snow
And the cold, cold air I breathe
That tells me that you know

All I want’s to be with you.

This windy city rips my breath from burning lungs
As I come tearing home to you
And the snow falls cold and new
Like fresh beginnings from above.