It doesn’t snow where I live;
I never even wanted it to.
Counted the houses with the strings of light;
Every year it went down by a few.
I heard “chestnuts roasting” on the radio,
But I couldn’t let the darkness go—
I wasn’t even wishing
For better days
I was just missing
I met a boy wrapped in a scarf—
The very first gift that touched my heart.
He walked me through snow,
Strung up some lights—
Got me singing all through the night.