Its Christmas Eve
On a snowy moonlit night.
Walking home with that girl
From the house down the street.
Coming back from a party
Full of fun and good cheer.
With a bit of presents,
And gingerbread cookies.
Passing under a streetlamp,
Woe and behold,
A mistletoe hanging right under the light.
Is it a chance to be missed?
Some may think not.
Though standing under here,
With the uncomfortable silence,
It wouldn't hurt to follow old traditions.
So there it happens, only a moment.
Yet it feels as if an hour has passed,
Standing there under the mistletoe.
Dec. 10, 2008
On a snowy moonlit night.
Walking home with that girl
From the house down the street.
Coming back from a party
Full of fun and good cheer.
With a bit of presents,
And gingerbread cookies.
Passing under a streetlamp,
Woe and behold,
A mistletoe hanging right under the light.
Is it a chance to be missed?
Some may think not.
Though standing under here,
With the uncomfortable silence,
It wouldn't hurt to follow old traditions.
So there it happens, only a moment.
Yet it feels as if an hour has passed,
Standing there under the mistletoe.
Dec. 10, 2008
