A Christmas song

I had a Christmas list with your name on it then I realized it wasn’t a list..
it was the beating of 2 hearts.
I’ve lived the hit or miss & singled out the greatest parts.
If this is true for men then each “red” & “green” should be the starting & stop of a heart.

Oh, this Christmas is for meeting or beating “in love”.
Oh, this Christmas is for greeting  or bleeding “in love”.
Oh, this Christmas is for tripping my mind on your love.
Oh, this Christmas is for holding my heart in a glove, in the palm of your hand.

I wrote a Christmas list with your name in the center then I realized..
 it was the middle of winter..
I’ve walked ten miles for this & I find that 11 was called for.
How can someone be amazing?
If this is true for women, then all our decorations could just be like a play thing..
So we strip it down, so let’s strip it down, as I strip you down in my mind.
If all these lights are play things, why is the one in my heart on for you?

Oh, this Christmas is for meeting or beating “in love”.
Oh, this Christmas is for greeting  or bleeding “in love”.
Oh, this Christmas is for tripping my mind on your love.
Oh, this Christmas is for holding my heart in a glove, in the palm of your hand.

How can someone be amazing?
Girls like you exist for me, but for most part in fairy tales.
How can someone be amazing?
Oh, but you are to me.
Yes you are, yes you are..
You’re to me, Like a Christmas tree..

Oh, this Christmas is for meeting or beating “in love”.
Oh, this Christmas is for greeting  or bleeding “in love”.
Oh, this Christmas is for tripping my mind on your love.
Oh, this Christmas is for holding my heart in a glove, in the palm of your hand.

So this mistletoe won't be limiting love to days or weeks or years.
So this Christmas, mistletoe cries jealous tears.