• You to me are Christmas,
    Full of promise.
    You arouse my senses and remind me,
    Of yuletide past and what it used to be;
    A season of wonder and awe.
    There is so much love in the air,
    Shared between family and friends;
    I would share my love with you,
    And provide you with winter warmth.

    My love, the curl of your lips is like,
    The ruby holly berries gracing the halls,
    So juicy and so plump.
    Beneath the tender mistletoe,
    I would lay a kiss upon those lips.
    I imagine they would taste,
    As soft and sweet as figs,
    And when others welcome the New Year,
    I would welcome a kiss from you.

    I raise a toast to your good health and joy,
    You intoxicate me like the mulled wine;
    Full-bodied and delectible.
    Warm and inviting like the hearth,
    By gentle candlelight your image glows.
    As we carve the succulent honeyed goose,
    Let me carve a place in your affections.
    For you I have placed a ring in the pudding;
    I hope you find it. Be mine.

    The treasures of Christmas I would give you,
    Silver, Gold, and all that glitters.
    Let me be your queen and I will bring you,
    Gifts of frankincense, myrth
    And myself.
    I see the stars shimmering like diamonds in your eyes,
    Innocent as the virgin, so fair and pure;
    Just like the white snowflakes gathering on the pines,
    Trying to imitate your perfection.

    Your laughter rings like sleigh bells,
    So distant and merry;
    No church bells could compete;
    No carols could be sung as sweet.
    The ribbons on the presents,
    Would better suit your hair;
    Glossier than the chestnuts we roast,
    Though you need no adornments.
    I long to touch that hair.

    The Christmas tree is green with envy,
    For despite his baubles and tinsel,
    You shine and sparkle with far more radiance.
    The masked night outside,
    Let me wrap my arms around you,
    Like the paper covered presents,
    And discover what secrets lie within.

    The mention of your name,
    Brings more goodwill to my soul,
    Than any pslam or verse.
    The preacher does not need to tell me,
    What Christmas means.
    You are my Christmas spirit;
    I do not need to find meaning in prayer,
    Your mete presence curbs the frosty air,
    And reassures me that angels exist.

    Could I seduce you with scents of gingerbread, cinnamon and oranges?
    Like the Ghost of Christmas Present,
    Could I show you the meaning of charity?
    Take pity on my heart and open unto me.
    Like the dreaming fir cone.
    As I lay my bounty at your feet;
    I would love to fill your stockings,
    And make your wishes come true.

    Cards conveying sentiments from the heart,
    Line up alone the mantle;
    I need no link to let you know
    You inspire magick in my heart.
    My resolution this New Year is to love you;
    And in after this pledge, these words,
    I lack what you desire,
    Then I will make you a man of snow,
    To match your frozen heart.