All this room to fill
All these emotions to feel

Emotions coordinate with velvet
Sensitive to the touch
Warm to the heart
You can never pull the two apart
I oughta keep a hold of my helmet
Before I go falling for your stunts

I won't stay waiting for the snow
Instead I'll pray you'll meet me under this miseltoe
I will always think your Gold even without a show
All I ask is stop making me look like a fool

You hold my hand like glass
You kiss me with no pressure to the lips
You make me think we won't last
You have put me where I'm frozen at my hips

Her freckles
are cinnamon sprinkles
that land
just across
her nose.

Her hair curls
like baby blue laughter
at the thought
of miseltoe.

She is my one and only
this festive girl
through and through.

And dear, to my one and only
Will I say "I do."