12-05 Opening Night

it might have been the mistletoe...

or the way, his voice,
in the afterglow,
brought out in us a song,
how will we ever know,

Oh let it snow, please let it snow, yes, let it snow,

there was magic in the air last night,
our frozen flakes glittering in the sky,
when we heard his voice, the holy night,
the way he sang, to all good night,
the way he danced, with hands of light,
the sparkle in his twinkling eye,
the crisp white snap of his bow-tie,
the flash of silver when he sung on high,
and then...

champagne,

in the cold and bitter,
wind and winter sky,
you...

champagne,
and I,

it might have been the mistletoe...

oh let it snow, please let it snow, yes let it.

snow.