• I sit here.
    I watch the snow drift.
    I walk outside and sigh.
    Listen as I crunch the ground, so cold, so dry.
    And as I look up to the sky,
    I remembered,
    I remembered why.
    I remembered your face,
    So warm and cheery.
    Your lovely eyes,
    So soft, never dreary.
    And as the snow piles up next to me.
    I stoop and stare down at it sadly.
    No more Christmas trees.
    No more garland or wreaths.
    None with you.
    No more Christmas with you.
    And oh,
    Oh this dreadfully sad snow.
    With a passion I dislike you.
    With a passion I curse you.
    And oh,
    Oh this sad, sad snow.