It's odd that I can feel no warmth
As I build this cheery fire.
I tell myself, "It's just this snow."
But I know that I'm a liar.
My heart grows ever colder
As I watch the swirling snow.
I wipe a tear and think out loud
"I'll just avoid the mistletoe."
I placed the ribboned boxes
Underneath my Christmas tree,
But what I want from Santa Claus
Is to have you here with me.