Jack Frost

It’s blustery cold tonight 

The wind outside is howling, 

And ole Jack Frost has another type of Christmas in mind 

With only eight more degrees to go 

One perhaps with a lot more ice and sparkle 

For now, the rain is pouring down on our bedroom window 

I’ve almost given up on a sparkly white Christmas

It’s my Christmas Eve Night, and your very early Christmas morning

I had hoped to have catapulted into your arms by now, where we might spend our first Christmas as an officially married couple

As usual, 

Things did not go entirely as planned 

No matter what, we spend our days and nights together, filled with all our hopes and dreams 

Merry Christmas my dearest, my love, my forever, my everything!! I will close this one for now with I love you, baby… all my love, forever your wifey