Christmas at All

I was never one for mistletoe

But what I wouldn't give to be standing below

With you holding me, tight and slow,

Not pining from afar

I was never good at giving gifts

'til you unwrapped me with your finger tips

Held me as if I were gold frankincense and myrrh,

Like I was your North Star

And I don't know if it's snowing at Christmas

I've been inside waiting on your call

If you're not with me at Christmas

Is it Christmas at all?

I was never caught on caroling choirs

Or eggnogs, stars and stockings 'bove fires

But I'd stand in front of stained glass and spires

Between a church bell and a pew for you

And I wasn't a traditionalist

Until the first time we kissed

Now I'd follow you anywhere, I'd pilgramage, I'd sing a prayer

To share a ritual for two

And I don't know if it's snowing at Christmas

I've been inside waiting on your call

If you're not with me at Christmas

Is it Christmas at all?

Is it Christmas at all?

I was never one for slow Christmas Eves,

Or snowflake cuttings wrapped around eaves

Or tinselled starlight hanging from leaves

I never really known

I'd never really understood

Just what made Christmas time so good

And when I fin'ly found what could

Now I'm spending it alone

I don't know if it's snowing this Christmas

I've been inside, darling, waiting on your call

Cos if you're not with me at Christmas

If you're not with me at Christmas

Is it Christmas?

Is it Christmas?

Is it even Christmas at all?