The Simplest View

Snow hush on the sidewalks, warm light in the windows, steam from our mugs, cinnamon air your laugh turns winter to summer. Paper stars in the doorway, old songs on a low radio, I lean in close just to hear the soft way you say my name. Let the lights beckon, let the night be kind everything I hoped for is already in your eyes. All I want for Christmas is you, nothing wrapped could top the truth. Fill my arms with what is real, a heartbeat I can feel. All I want for Christmas is you, and the world we’re building too family, friends, the simplest view: I’m home, I’m here, with you. Footprints on the welcome mat, laughter down the hallway, burnt cookies; we still cheer mistakes that taste like joy. Ornaments that never match, stories we keep retelling you press your forehead to mine, and the noise becomes a song. Let the bells resound, let the snow stay a while all the gift I ever need is the way you smile. All I want for Christmas is you, nothing wrapped could top the truth. Fill my arms with what is real, a heartbeat I can feel. All I want for Christmas is you, and the world we’re building too family, friends, the simplest view: I’m home, I’m here, with you. If the year’s been long, let the night stay gentle, let the past fall soft like the snow does. If there’s one wish left on the mantle, it’s waking up and finding you. "And every light outside our window takes its color from your smile." All I want for Christmas is you, not the bow, not the ribbon in blue just your hand inside of mine, counting down the midnight chime. All I want for Christmas is you, and the promises we choose every day beyond tonight: hold me close, hold me tight. All I want for Christmas is you, every season shining through home is anywhere we do what love would do: I’m here, with you.