Love, It's December

I spent November, begging the sky
To spread a periwinkle lie
'Cause I spent October
Waiting for my Indian Summer to die
And now it's December
Which means that it's winter
Which means that the air's clean
Which means that there's healing
Which means there are six days left till Christmas
I can tell you the old thing like it's a new thing,
That the wise kings took all their treasure
Out to the desert and followed the brightest star
They could see, let's hear what they me
All of this paper and nothing to wrap
Except my arms around you in closed-eye contact
It's head to head combat
Just to avoid that,
I want your cheek against my chest
Because, love, it's Decmeber
Which means that it's winter
Which means that the air's clean
Which means that there's healing
Which means there are six days left till Christmas
I can tell you the old thing like it's a new thing
That the shepherds left all their sheep
And left all their sense
And followed the smallest staff in Heaven
And I felt its strength
Can I tell you the old thing like it's a new thing?
They couldn't find fresh hay to lay down his carpet
For the birthing of God
But for the birthing of everything forgiven