The twinkling lights, the flashing figures,
Brightens my eyes.
The cold wind blows,
The flakes of white drifts,
In the air.
That's when I'll confess my love.
Under the angels watching above,
Under the scarlet mistletoe,
I swear my love to you.
I don't care what I got for Christmas,
Or what Santa stuffed in my stocking.
All I care is that you will accept me,
And love me as I love you.
My wish is to have you holding me in your arms,
At Christmas night,
And finally spend a cheerful Christmas,
With my soul mate.
I wish we could spin around and around,
Under the emerald pine tree,
And to seal our passion,
With a single, light
Contact of our lips.