We may not be under the mistletoe,
We may not get to see snow,
But my dear I want to show,
How my love for you truly grows.

From the warmth of summer,
For you my heart flutters,

From the beauty of fall,
I could only remember your voice as you call.

Now it's winter once again,
But for us it's merely Christmas that's waiting to be spent.

We'll be in different places,
Seeing different faces.

But always remember,
My heart yearns for you,
Even this month of December.