It's bright and sunny outside,
Theres not a hint of snow.
I'm not sure if that's a good sign.
It's Christmas and it's cold,
It's when white fits the lady the best.
Something is different this time,
And it doesn't fall in place.
I would like to stop thinking now,
But an empty house has all the room in the world,
To fill thoughts about you, us and everyone else.