(Don Breithaupt)

Neighborhood angel in the winter cold
Under the stars outside
An almost stranger then she lets you know
You bend to each other
You go walking
And talking
For miles

December girls
Make you glad to
Be in this world
Oh but there’s always
Some new year coming on
And when you
Remember when
Makes you want to
Be there again
Oh but December girls are gone
When they’re gone

Moments sledding in the fading snow
You hear that long lost song
Otis Redding on the radio
You take in the magic
You’ve been waiting
Too long

Silver pavement in the winter cold
Under the sky outside
With something ancient on the radio
You bent to each other
You went walking
And talking