This Chirstmas, may I wish for your kiss?
Love in the air with no mistletoe.
A romance between us that we’ll leave to the fat man in the red suit to decide if we’re on the naughty or nice list.
I guess what I’m saying is I want to see if your heart is warmer than the fireplace, or colder than snow.
Crashing through the winter wonderland on a worrisome but wholesome sleigh ride.
Tell me with our love in mind, where do you wish to go?
I’ll go there with you, always. Loving each other, by each other’s side.