Take a minute to sit down and think what have I done with my time. Years fly by in the blink of an eye. To lose touch would be a crime. Cold hands, numb fingertips and my toes turn pink to blue. No-one sends cards these days. We all let our time slip through. Wind is a whisper. The sun sits low and the frost makes life stand still. Each small breath makes a soft white cloud and my bones are still with chill. Cold hands, numb fingertips and my toes turn pink to blue. We don't send cards these days. We don't speak that much, it's true. It's just the way it is. Cold hands, numb fingertips and my toes turn pink to blue. I just want you to know that today I thought of you. So take a minute to sit down and think what am I doing with my time? Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
