Contemplating life 
and pondering my pleasures, 
I see my need to be needed,
My desired to be desired. 
And yet my longing is to snuggle 
In the arms of a lover,
To become one with her, 
To rest in her presence 
Not running away. 
To cherish each moment 
here now to stay.
It’s not what’s under the tree, 
It’s not even those who gather 
around the tree, Although 
each is precious.
It’s about that snuggle,
Where the light of your candle 
Melts my cares away 
It’s not the biting of the throat!
The claiming of the prize!
But the snuggle, within the
Arms in which I lay