The jingle bells have faded,
Just old man winter and me,
As snow I do shovel,
Waiting for thee.


I anxiously await you,
I am filled with glee,
As we will be together,
And the snow will grow deep.


Holding you close, having you near,
Under the down quilt,
Does make my heart race.
I think of you and I together.


The wind does arise,
And the snow comes down hard,
I can hardly see the road,
My glee rapidly fades.


The roads are closed now,
We are not together.
Old man winter
Does rule the day.