Midnight, and we find ourselves under the mistletoe
While ‘Last Christmas' by Wham plays on the stereo.
The guests are gone and it's only us in the household,
Where the burning logs warm us and the outside is cold.
It's gone Christmas Day and the world is filled with snow;
It's nights like these my love for you does grow.
Our lips slowly meet and suddenly we're mouth-to-mouth,
Lip-locking so strongly, not a breath can slip out.
The sight of you in black tights and a black dress
As I kiss you simply washes away all my daily stress.
Thirty minutes were filled with a Christmas kiss at night,
A magical kiss that will forever have my heart in flight.