Gingerbread Houses
I'm surrounded by people,
By holly and tinsel,
Yet I'm only thinking about you.
I'm surrounded by presents,
By warmth and affection,
But it isn't Christmas without you.We lived
In a gingerbread house---
A gingerbread man
And his gingerbread spouse---
And everything had that wonderful gingerbread smell.We lived
In a place of our own,
So safe from the world
And so happy alone---
Since gingerbread lasts, then so would our love last as well.But sometimes everything gradually fails
And you wonder where all of it went,
For gingerbread gets as hard as nails
And loses its gingerbread scent.I can't stop remembering our gingerbread house
And I can't stop thinking of you;
Oh, God, take me back to that gingerbread house
If only for an hour or two.