December is the [bad word] month
this time for once my cheeks are warm
After long years in the monkey-house
I am ready for the storm
Let them throw all their cannonballs
let all their [bad word] I'm ready to go anywhere
through venom, sick and scum!

December isn't always cold
this year she's mine, I know why
Somewhere a flower has to grow
for every flower that dies
I'm stricken with fever
but my heart is strong as steel
I'm ready to go anywhere!
I can believe I can feel!

December is a [bad word] friend
I always recognise her face
It's a plague of fool thrown aside
forever by her soft and silent grace
She is reckless as a Mayday
gentle as a stone
She's ready to go anywhere
to carry me back home!

December fell deep in the bleak
winter time when Jesus Christ
Howled a saviour baby's howl
primal [bad word] as pure as ice
And though we [bad word] him on a cross
and dragged his word from prayer to curse
He was able to go anywhere
he was almost one of us!