Hold On Through December

Snow on the driveway. Bills on the kitchen table. We've been counting

every blessing just to feel a little stable. Tears in the hallway.

Laughter spilling down the stairs. We've broken beds and argued, but we're still

pulling up these chairs we burned out, burned up, nearly let the

dark in. But your hand on mine was the line we kept drawing.

Hold on through December. All the cracks, all the scars, all the weather.

Every high, every low, we remember. But look at us now,

we're together. When the world feels like it's falling apart, you're the star