I flew into JFK after a very turbulent flight,
Must've been that snowstorm they were talking about on CNN last night.
I missed the chaos of an East Coast airport during the holidays,
I missed losing myself in the festive craze.
I take your hand and we rush through the crowd,
Darted straight for the subway, to Manhattan we go.
It was clear as day that snow had fallen before we arrived,
Sludge was on the pavement,
Melted by sunrise.
Everyone has this preconception that the city is so beautiful at this time of year,
Ice skating in Central Park,
Frozen kisses after dark.
But, the truth is a lot less romantic,
Take soggy shoes and iced fingertips,
And you've got yourself winter in the city that never sleeps.
It was below freezing,
My limbs had lost all feeling.
I didn't care,
I could see our breath, mixing with crisp, cool air.
We raced down fifth avenue,
I had something I was desperate to show you.
I asked you so gently to close your eyes,
Through your eyelids you could see the festive lights.
"Open", I said,
And you gasped,
This was a moment I hope I never forget.
Nothing can ever beat the feeling of seeing Rockefeller's tree in New York City.
