Frosty air escaping from the mouth A rosy hue, as if kissed by Rudolph Dreaming of cake, cold heart ache Snow floats gently, untainted, like a blessing from the sky, Quiet fade A taste of joy in the air In the sky "Dear Jesus Christ, grant me this plea, A strawberry atop the cake, for Christmas, let it be." breath paints the glass Inside, a warm pastel - The stuffed turkey aglow see in a blur, unknown sounds A star, a name, then wipe away Not only breath escaped me (Shh…) In the sky "Dear Jesus Christ, grant me this plea, A strawberry atop the cake, for Christmas, let it be." "Dear Jesus Christ, grant me this plea, A strawberry atop the cake, for Christmas, let it be."
