I will be waiting for you,
as I count away the days.
Will she be late?
Will she be delayed?
\'Please let me see her\', I pray.
It is almost Christmas,
and all the shopping is done.
The snow is everywhere,
and all the trees are gone.
All I have is your word.
For that,
I will make it the most.
So until that time,
I will be looking for you,
along the snowy Lamppost.