I'll Wait
I'll wait for you, under the mistletoe
Standing cold with my feet in the snow, snowflakes in my hair and lashes
A kiss sweeter then peppermint, and hot lips warm my face with a burning blush
Surrounded by the fragrant smell of Christmas
Cinnamon and pine trees
Listening to the jingle of Santa's bell across the street, and the crackling of every fire
the songs of carolers and stranger's kindness
We can watch the nativity, see the virgin Mary and baby Jesus lying in the manger
Holding hands as the choir of angels sing
I've run through this a million times in my head
And only in my mind, this dream will stay
I'll wait for you, under the mistletoe