Jack's p.o.v
Welcome back, December, ocean deep blue eyes. Magical Winter's tale, a beloved long-awaited Christmas miracle. A bittersweet oracle, Christ's bleeding cross of love. A kind little dove of mine, imaginary divine grace. Tender loving care, that stare you give me. Yesterday's remnants, latch onto me, echoes of what could've should've would've been. A red bloody afterbirth, a brutally shaken faith. Scarlet roses, embers dancing all around me tonight.