Christmas Kisses in December’s Glow

Snowflakes dance in the silver light, the world is brilliant, and the air is crisp.

Candlelight flickers, low and gentle.

In the silence of the December light.

The streets are decked out in holiday spirit, and the air is filled with bells and laughter.

But as I look for you amid this crowd, my heart beats more quickly—old and fresh.

Like dreams where love is diffused, the mistletoe sways above our heads.

A knowing look, a silent call, a chance whispered, your eyes meet mine.

The world vanishes, leaving only you and me.

Wild but free, wrapped in warmth.

There is no need for more words,

A tender, unadulterated Christmas kiss.

Our lips meet in a wonderful touch beneath the pine and the sky.

The cold subsides, the fire crackles, and love blossoms in the embrace of winter.

A kiss that cherishes memories of Christmas evenings and earlier times.

A kiss that expresses unspoken things and affection that endures as the years pass.

One thing endures through drifting snow, silent nights, years of happiness, and difficult times: the power contained in a Christmas kiss.

Long after sunrise, it remains motionless.

A love reborn, a moment lived.

Not just in December, but throughout the entire year, I give you every kiss I give.

Therefore, when the bells ring loudly and clearly and houses are bathed in golden light,

On Christmas Day, know that my heart is yours, despite the mistletoe's influence.