Glowing of the snow, the swaying of the trees,
When done to perfection, You can bring me to my knees,
the crisp night air, the moon shimmers defiantly Highh in he sky
as i waits for a connection, a Mistletoe i cannot deny,
searching seeking looking for the one that holds the key
I sits and waits patiently, with a bow under the Christmas tree
Bottle of wine Ready, Fire crackling by the soft fur throw
But whom will come to see me with my perfect mistletoe
who can make me feel whole, make me feel the Christmas Spirit
I lay alone hoping for something anything to come near it
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