The abominable snowwoman

Under the mistletoe, cheeks flushed red
Skin the color of the cold, harsh winter snow
I stand, awaiting my man
Eyes, as dark as coal, burning
Pure desire running through my veins
As my thoughts try to reach out to you
Kiss me you fool, I am cold

I try to hold your gaze from across the room
As I used to several winters ago
When my arms were just sticks and pretty scarfs was the latest beauty trick
You look at me
I melt inside even though
I am frozen stiff
Kiss me you fool, I am cold

Your stride finally closes the distance
My heart skips a beat
Maybe two
All I want for Christmas is you
Kiss me you fool, I am cold

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