There's a Victorian tin, I keep my memories in,
I found it up in the attic.
After looking inside, I find the things that I'm hiding
The leaves saved from a mistletoe kiss,
Only nostalgia has me feeling like this
Like I miss you,
It must be the time of year.

Remember December,
It's like a wintergreen beside a diamond stream,
Remember December,
fall of snow and the afterglow.
It could be taking our breath away
But the years stand in the way,
Remember December,
How does it make you feel inside ?

Beneath a Valentine, I see a locket is shining
I think it must be the wine,
Makes me feel it's all real.
Where nothing seems to rhyme
To breathe life into the dust of a keepsake
I might as well try to fix a chain on a snowflake
Or a heartache,
It must be the time of year.
Remember

Should I feel this alone, should I pick up the phone
Should I call you up and wish you 'Happy Christmas' ?
I feel so alone, should I pick up the phone
Take my heart in my hand
And ask if you remember