Rockin’ around the city lights,
snow on our shoulders, hearts taking flight;
Brenda’s sweet echo still spins in the air,
tinsel and twinkle tangled in your hair.
We sway past the windows, mistletoe high,
laughing like carols beneath cobalt sky.
Every bright bulb is a promise we keep—
jingle-bell kisses that sparkle and leap.
So rock, rock, rock through the glitter and pine,
Christmas is forever when your hand’s in mine.