As the winter dustings settle in.
As we spend Tuesdays hanging stockings
And Thursdays trimming trees-- hanging lights.
I know more than I did yesterday
That you are all I was meant for.
Between Santa hats and small disputes,
I hope I can find enough time to tell you
How much I love you. Between 7am coffee
And staring for 120 seconds before you awake,
I hope I can shine a light on you
Like you have done for me every day.
I hope I can show, I was meant for you.
And we were meant for two man Friday nights.
The bitter sting of salty Tequila shots,
The permentant smiles are setting in.