Christmas comes but once a year.

Standing in the cool crisp air,

Snow flakes falling from the sky,

Touching me: a cool surprise.

The touch of cold upon my skin,

Sets my mind a-wandering, to warm

Nights and loving so sweet, and in the

Midst of all that heat, cool pale arms

Surrounding me, keep me cool, and the

Snow has me remembering you, and all

The joyful things we've been through.