I reckon this is about folks going through the holidays for the first time without a loved one, particularly those at an advanced age. We're all heading that way, I suppose.
lyrics
v1:
First Friday, the month of December
and everything's ready to go
I must say, it don't feel like winter
And I'm praying for that first snow
ch:
And all our days led up to this
So many things we're bound to miss
But none so much, none so much
as that final kiss
v2:
First Sunday, the month of December
and nothing is quite what it was
Each day I am cursed to remember
Each day I am blessed because...
ch:
All our days led up to this
So many things we're bound to miss
But none so much, none so much
as that final kiss
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