COLD BREEZE ON MY FACE
I REACH OUT TO SHIELD YOU.
YOU PLAYFULLY PROTEST
AS I PUSH YOU INTO THE SLUSH.
THE DEFINITIVE SNOW ANGEL.
BACK INSIDE FREED FROM THE ELEMENTS
YOU HOLD HOT CHOCOLATE LIKE A BABY
YOUR SMILE MELTS THE ICE
AND I'M ON FIRE IN YOUR PRESCENCE.
BEACH BOYS XMAS ALBUM
AND I'M NEVER MOVING FROM THE MISTLETOE.
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