New things coming into the picture
A new face and a new idea
Finally something to spark the cheer
Some Christmas miracle come down to me
Although I'm not quite sure she knows
Still, this clock is alive and ticking
And I watch each precious second fly away
Drifting like snowflakes into the past
Some glorious white scape fallen 'round me
All is new and clear with fresh hope
While the time is short but still sweet
And life couldn't be much better than this
With few exceptions, but those shall stay inside
To be kept with the belief they might come true
Someday, somewhere special, to have a new "first"
But I'm sure she can figure out what I mean by now
If not, then I'll let her know soon enough
Just need to let the clock tick away a few more
So I can know for sure its a cliff worth jumping off
And to hope to God that I can fly.