Breakmas Eve

And as the old, cold
Yuletide draws ever so near,
I'm glad I have my friend,
My companion, my dear.

The warmth we share,
The ways we care,
Like a simple prayer,
A vigil, or a snare.

And I'm caught,
A prisoner of love,
A captive in a gaol,
Free as a dove.

I remember the reason,
The reason for the season:
To be with those you love,
And to be filled with pleasin'.