Sometimes as cold as the raging storm,
Or as warm as the hearth ablaze.
Staring at the falling flakes in childlike wonder,
Letting them pink your flustered skin.
Beaming like the glare of sun against the snow,
I can feel your joy to the world.
Twining our frozen fingers,
The warmth our Christmas spirit’s alight.
A mistletoe gleams mischievously from ahead,
Beckoning the youthful hearts.
Longing nothing more than kissing your chilly lips,
Let winter’s love snow.