December.

It's December and I'm shaking,
but all I want to do is
visit your house with hot chocolate
in hand and explain to you
that love goes to South America for
the winter because icicles
should only be hanging down from rooftops,
not hearts,

It's December, and I want it to snow,
so your footprints will remain in the cold
hard ground when you leave,

It's December and there's not enough
hot chocolate for two.