Zeborah

So I was attempting to filk "Let It Snow" in order to be more appropriate for local Christmas weather conditions, and I accidentally made it inappropriate for almost any possible purpose.

With apologies to Cahn and Styne and to Browning: sorry not sorry....

Porphyria's Lover's Christmas

Oh, the weather outside's disgusting
But your eyes are just so trusting
And since you love me again,
Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain!

It doesn't show signs of ceasing
And my joy is fast increasing.
I can't let this pure moment wane -
Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain!

Now I've thought of a thing to do.
I'm strangling you with your own hair.
Your lips match your eyes' clear blue.
All the night long you'll be there.

Oh, the gale has got quite violent.
It's weird though that God's so silent.
I'm quite sure you felt no pain.
Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain!