it's the time of the year when the scent of december is gently fading,
when you walk down a bustling street and you hear stores playing carols in the foreground with sales assistants humming to it's delightful tune, and when you're around complete strangers, but happily enter a whimsical trance of your own with snow, and snow, and snow.



When we finally kiss goodnight
How I'll hate going out in the storm
But if you'll really hold me tight
All the way home I'll be warm.