Cold snowflakes swirl and glitter bright
And fall like autumn leaves, so light,
To encoat the earth with blankets white,
Then, my friend, you will know the plight
Of missing a love on a Christmas night.
It’s the very time of year, it is oft said,
To nestle warm in comforted bed,
To sleep and dream of lives well lead.
Think not of all past loves, instead
Dream of loving now, not dread.
Dream of Christmas puddings, dark and pale,
Of stockings hung bursting on the rail,
Of presents bought, and of loves regale.
For one of these days I shall cry and wail
For my lost true love and tell you my tale.