My Only Christmas

My Only Christmas by Kenny Davis My only gift for Christmas I would want Would be you under the tree Wrapped in nothing more than a silk, red ribbon bow With the beauty of you smiling back at me My only tradition for Christmas I would want Would be the gift of you under the mistletoe Warm by the fire, to indulge in our “reindeer games” That will make you blush brighter than Rudolph’s nose Until now, my only Christmas Was to be only topped by an angel or star Though any before has shined as brightly as you Oh what starlight of Bethlehem, for me, you are Oh what a miracle of Christmas I see Every time I am blessed to look into your eyes For the way the glow and sparkle ever so florescent Much like the stars of an oh so Silent Night On this very special Christmas If I was Santa at your door knocking Just because you have been naughty all year Would let me slip my Yule log in your stocking? On this eve Of our special Christmas day Would you give me the priceless gift, Mrs. Claus Of riding my sleigh The pleasure of digging deep Down into my bag full of tricks In hopes getting a long Yule log To you, from me, jolly ol’ St. Nick For all I ever wanted for Christmas Was, but that of a Holiday kiss Instead of under the tree, under the mistletoe perhaps To be swept up in the fantasy of Christmas bliss. ©k.davis December 2013