Skating in Neverland

I tried to write of gliding

And I never thought of it as flying

But now that you call it Neverland

I guess my dreams do have winters

They don't come up as frequently

But we could do this weekendly

Now I'm dying to go back to Neverland

Christmas with Wendy

The bad thing about spending

So much time with you

Is that the next day I'm pretending

To not be missing you

So let's go gliding again

And we can skate along the ice

Not many women and men

Just you, me, and the ice

Someday I'll show you

How amazing it can be

When the ice is blue

From the pond underneath

The scarfs and gloves so warming

With the snow all around

No city people swarming

But the nature abound

A hotel near by

And light posts on dim

You can look at the sky

And feel as if you can swim

The mountains in the distance

Not too far

And on the morning of Christmas

We'd hop in our car

We'd go up the mountain

And look below

For once I'm not cold

Because you're there I know

Beneath the hills

Is the cute little town

With the pond in the middle

And the buildings around

We'd go back and skate some

And start flying again

Cuz that Christmas Day

We'd go back to Neverland