I cried, She danced. The snow began. It turned to rain. And I loved her more Than each crystal in the sky Or each droplet On the ground. We were lost Caught cold against the moon On Christmas night. I was frozen You were warm And your hand Felt like fire, Holy fire, Christmas night Oh, that holy, Christmas night. Caught cold against the moon On Christmas night. We were warm If only for a moment Christmas night.
*Inspired by Christmas Canon from Trans-Siberian Orchestra.