December calls out
to howling winters
to woo my ice carved
Narnia soul

Will there be
Christmas lights
to torch up the dark nights?

Will there be
Crackling of fire
to melt this frost, undesire?

Will there be
Santa granting wish
of my beloved's kiss?

I bide my time
winter after winter

It falls short, the warmth
like those prancing reindeers
swiftly sleighing to perpetual coldness.