Figure 8

By Lucy Johnston

You’re home for Christmas,

And you say you’ve missed this,

But we’ll both leave with Auld Lang Syne.

It doesn’t get too cold here,

I know I say that every year,

White Christmas dreams have slowly died.

Am I falling like the snow,

Like I did so long ago?

Will you catch me like the cold that sticks around?

You’re my figure 8,

Always back to you someday,

Maybe when we’re wiser we’ll come back to settle down

In this small town.

When the bells are ringing,

Do you hear the angels singing?

Have they finally earned their wings?

It’s such a Wonderful Life,

When I’ve got you by my side,

Two golden rings are all we need.

Christmas is never blue,

But when we’re not together,

I’ll end up missing you.

Lights end up coming down,

But I know one day,

We’ll keep them up somehow.