Prepare the spells and bless the charms;
I need December in my arms.
Thy art beauteous thy art kind...
Thy have made a place in my mind.

Bring the spells and bless the charms;
For thee December in my arms.
Thy art golden thy art shinny,
Gracious, tender, soft and slowly...

Cook the spells I bless the charms;
If thy see and long my arms.
Who else will show a perfect beauty?
Silky skin and lips are ruby.

Make the spells I bless the charms;
If thy see and long my arms.
She walks she saunters she talks she whispers
Fair white teeth like the star that flickers...

Praise the spells and bless the charms;
Fair December I salute!
What need I do to have thee in my arms:
A perfect speech, a romantic pursuit?

If the spells and if the charms
Will allow December in my arms.
Ever lasting, ever true:
I love December, I love you.