(Greg Barnhill/Phil Swann)



She smiles at him, he says, "Hello"

They stand beneath the mistletoe

Embarrassed by the awkward circumstance



He asks her if shed like a drink

She says, "I better not I think

Oh, what the heck, maybe just one glass"



They talk about, oh, this and that

He says, "I like the way you laugh

And Im so really glad youre here"



Then suddenly its much too warm

She feels his hand against her arm

The season loves the reason for romance

Itll get you if you give it half a chance



The night goes on, the music plays

A moonlight Christmas serenade

A lovers song thats meant for only two



And they dont even know it yet

But this is one theyll not forget



The holiday where all their dreams came true

Across the floor he spins her around

Oh, could it be theyve finally found

A love worth waiting for



Then in the tender yuletide bliss

They share an unexpected kiss

The season loves the reason for romance

Itll get you if you give it half a chance



Then suddenly the night is gone

Its late into an early morn

The season loves the reason for romance

Itll get you if you give it half a chance