Charming Patterns

Strolling down the city sidewalks as the snow falls in the most charming patterns. I try to catch flakes on my tongue/ I put my arm through my lover's arm. We laugh and kiss and move closer/ He says something witty - I giggle and marvel over his intelligence as we pass a Christmas display behind a frosty window/ I point to the figurines gathered around the aluminum Christmas tree, smiles plastic on their faces with forever rosy cheeks/ I say darling, that will be you and I and our children someday, gathered around our Christmas tree with colorfully wrapped gifts/ He kisses the tip of my nose and tells me my eyes are sparkling like the North Star. I sigh and rest my head on his shoulder. We continue discussing our wonderful life and planning our first holiday together/ Right in the middle of my description of our Christmas dinner/ (I plan on cooking a huge ham, you see, a ham so grand you wouldn't believe how good it will taste) A passerby stops and looks at me in an odd sort of way. This man, dressed in a three-piece suit and a long gray overcoat says to me, excuse me miss, but whom are you speaking with?/ I press my face so close to the frosty window I see my own breath forming a small circle on the glass/ I say to this man in his three-piece suit, Sir, as you can see, I am window shopping and planning my Christmas dinner. I'm cooking a ham so grand you wouldn't believe how good it will taste. I'm also baking spiced apples and cherry pie/ Isn't that right my darling? I kiss my lover on his cheek/ The man, looking uncomfortable, tugging on the vest of his three-piece suit, nods and looks into my eyes that sparkle like the North Star with his sad ones. I wish you a Merry Christmas miss, he says/ Walking away, he turns to look back at me, studying my sole figure staring fixedly into that window. I place my fingertips on the glass and inhale deeply/ Isn't that funny, dear! That man in the three-piece suit acted as if he didn't even see you. He must be terribly lonely/ I, however, don't know what it is to be lonely, for I have you, my love... I have you for all eternity, after we die and die and die again/ I look longingly at the display once more. Someday we shall sit around our beautiful Christmas tree all gussied up with white lights, silver tinsel, and strings of popcorn made by our beautiful children/ The snow falls charmingly. I catch another flake on my tongue/