A broken branch from the pine on the hillside, fragrant sticky sap leaking from the fracture; it's all I could find, my love.
Bright ornaments stolen from a tree in a building lobby; I will find Christmas for you my love, hunting everywhere.
We have no lights, no heat, no home but we have our Merry Christmas branch.
No presents, no Christmas dinner, we share only our love and watch our frozen breath ascend, warming our noses and frosting our hair. We have nothing but we own it all. Our love made this one the best Christmas of them all.