Christmas in your arms

All my friends are asking me where I plan to spend the holidays
People seem to celebrate the season in so many different ways
Some go where the weather's freezing cold while others like it warm
I don't care about the weather just whether I spend Christmas in your arms

Chorus: We could drive up to the mountains, build a fire and watch it snow
We could sail down to the islands where the gentle breezes blow
I'd be happy in the city, I'd be happy on the farm
I don't care where I spend Christmas as long as I spend Christmas in your arms

It was only last December I had no Christmas spirit in my heart
My world lay cold and shattered in the ashes of a dream that fell apart
But now you're here beside me, no greater gift is wrapped beneath my tree
And the arms you wrap around me and the precious gift of love you give to me

I don't care where I spend Christmas as long as I spend Christmas in your arms

Its sweet. Its one of those songs that makes you sigh. Hollywood and Nashville seem to make everything about love seem so perfect, and I don't think it is that way. Maybe I just haven't found it yet. But if so, that seems to insult the good parts about all my past/current relationships.

There was something about this song that really made me think. There's nothing in the lyrics to suggest this, but somehow when I heard this song I realized a relationship really needs both people to work for it. I haven't been working for it. Its funny, I'm barely in the door in West Milford and suddenly things in New Brunswick seem so much clearer. I guess its kind of healing to go home for a few days. That escape I wanted, to somewhere, anywhere, the Caribbean or anywhere else... that's not so important now. I'm away... and I'm home. Somewhere comfortable.

Despite the comfort I might still spend the next few days a weepy emotional mess. I'm not quite sure why.