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,   A 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...