“Let It Snow, We’ve Nowhere to Go”
I guess we should begin taking down the tree, Love
And all the decor before the new year begins,
My mother says we mustn’t take the old into the new
Let’s keep with tradition as the holiday season ends
The last of the put-aways will be the mistletoe
I’m in no rush to dismantle it from atop the door,
We have up to the second before midnight Saturday
Tonight is the pamper-you prequel to the encore
We’re snowed in, angel, stranded in the great indoors
Doesn’t it look like the arctic has paid us a visit?
No worries, I’ve gathered ample wood, the fridge is full
I’ve prepared for this occasion—wouldn’t dare miss it
The bar is populated with a bevy of winter spirits
How about a hot-buttered rum or a Bailey’s mint cream?
Something silky on the palate with a warm down-flow
To take the lingering chill off your bones. . .it may seem
I’m just what the doctor ordered in the dead of winter
Trust me, I had nothing to do with the blizzard outside,
But if this is St. Nick’s idea of a romantic sequester
It’s a parting gift even better than a sleigh ride
Here, have a sip of this, can you taste the nutmeg?
Well now, there’s something gathering in your eyes,
Yes, I can feel the sentiments flowing through you
Careful now, woman, you may just provoke a rise
Over which I have little control, coupled with this rum
Who’d have thought being trapped could be so good,
Cabin fever is more than the stuff of creative fiction
I’d better take from the cord more pieces of wood
To add to the fire and intensify the flames
How the glow reflects off your honeymocha skin,
Come, l wanna take you under my wing
This is our safehouse, not an iniquity den
Well, a little iniquity never hurt anybody
When the heart is pure and intentions are true,
Such as holding you close in the middle of a storm
There’s a sanctity to this moment and aren’t we due . . .
This tranquil, quiet time; our own hibernation time
The perfect way to celebrate the last Pamper-Her-Friday,
Of a year in which we’ve lost many a loved one
We count our blessings to have seen another as we lay
I thank you deeply for my gift and, even more, your love
For making this holiday season one to remember,
And if you’ll do me the honor . . . under the mistletoe
A final kiss of what will be an unforgettable December
And since we’ve nowhere to go . . .
. . . let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
Peace, Love, Joy . . . and Romance in the new year. -Rg2
© 2016 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®