come, it’s warm inside,
i’m baking dreams and cookies,
raisins, nuts and hopes.
sweet scent of lonesome holydays
come, i dimmed the lights,
i’m boiling joy and wine,
apples, cinnamon and pride.
filled promises of lonely nights
come, forget about the snow,
i’m burning memories and timber,
coal, candles and letters.
walk in, it’s getting cold