There's a chill in the air
and holly in your hair
presents wrapped neatly
and words said sweetly

Candles sit on the shelf
right there next to an elf
off work early
and home in time for a shirley

It's a rather nice time
even if it seems without rhyme
it all seems so senseless
when I know your pain is endless

Because there's old love in December
as the fire fades to ember
all the tears you hide
ever since I left your side

I wish I could stop your pain
but it's as consistent as the rain
I suppose I could move ahead
but I think I'll stay here instead